Microfiction

A Witness at this Stop. Top Story - February 2026.
The train stop lives in the heart of the city—a city whose name I don’t care to recall, as it does not care to recall me. There is a chill in the air, not consequential of the gentle breeze, but something more of a sensation, like goose bumps felt within.
By Belle30 days ago in Fiction
Return to Form
You are sitting, staring at the green of the typewriter. It is enticing, nauseating. You gaze at its alignment, its decorative aspect. That is why you took it with you, after all: to garnish the space.
By Cali Loria30 days ago in Fiction
Something Has Already Begun (We Just Don’t Know What Yet)
They didn’t realize it had started until they were already standing inside of it. Not inside a room, not inside a decision — just inside a feeling, the way you sometimes find yourself already halfway down a hill before you remember choosing to walk.
By Lawrence Lease30 days ago in Fiction
The Wax and the Flight
By the time the world decided it loved the story, the wax had already been swept into a jar and buried behind the oil amphorae.
By Lawrence Leaseabout a month ago in Fiction
In Dark Trees
Introduction This is inspired by the image shared on Facebook by The Enchanted Booklet here: The music is "In Dark Trees" by Brian Eno.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a month ago in Fiction
Where the Water Moves One Way and the Truth Moves Another
The river had always flowed uphill, though no one in Bellmere ever said it that way. They said instead that the town was “cleverly engineered,” or that the water simply “knew where it needed to go.” Children were taught in school that Bellmere sat on a rare but perfectly respectable incline that confused outsiders more than locals. On field trip days, Mrs. Carrow would line the class up along the iron railing and point toward the water climbing, slow and patient, toward the distant hills.
By Lawrence Leaseabout a month ago in Fiction
The ghost of my past . Content Warning.
I stared at the letter right in front of me and could not begin to understand how it ended up in my apartment. How? I wondered.
By Minou J. Lindeabout a month ago in Fiction
The visitor. Content Warning.
I awoke to a flickering light in the hallway outside my bedroom, and I could not, for the life of me, remember whether I had blown out the candle or not.
By Minou J. Lindeabout a month ago in Fiction
Heart divided by light and darkness. Content Warning.
I had fallen for them both. The man who would sacrifice the world to be with me, and the one who would sacrifice himself for me.
By Minou J. Lindeabout a month ago in Fiction
Nosferotu Zavi. Content Warning.
~ Nosferotu Zavi ~ Backstory Blog ~ Nosferotu - one of the most rebellious of Lord Zavi's children - once he was eight years old, he was always sneaking out at night, many rumors claimed he never slept in their small castle.
By Mel E. Furnishabout a month ago in Fiction
Marshall's Observations. Runner-Up in Craft Over Catharsis Challenge.
Marshall watched seagulls and crows playing in the wind among pink-tinted cloud beds that slowly turned gray as the sun hung at the sea's horizon. He used his iPhone to focus on the reflections in the water and snapped a photo. He liked the result; it showed a butterscotch sun sitting on the water below a pink cloud, with the ferry in the foreground.
By Andrea Corwin about a month ago in Fiction
Waiting
Once upon a time, there was a fair maiden, trapped in a tower almost as lonely as her mind. She spent her days longing for companionship and her nights wishing upon the passing falling stars for anybody to come find her. The maiden did not know how she got to the tower, was not sure how long she had been there, and hadn’t the slightest clue how to leave. Days stacked high upon days as she waited and waited for a rescuer.
By Raine Nealabout a month ago in Fiction