Microfiction
Putin and a Fortuneteller
Vladimir Putin called the most powerful and famous psychic and fortuneteller to his bunker. "I haven't been sleeping well lately. Wake up from nightmares where someone is hunting me but I can't see who. Can you tell me who that is?" Putin asked.
By Lana V Lynxabout 6 hours ago in Fiction
Midnight Bus
The bus doors opened with a long metallic sigh, even though no one had pressed the stop button. For a moment, I stood on the empty sidewalk wondering if I had imagined it. The streetlights flickered softly above me, and the road stretched into darkness like an unanswered question. I had been waiting for nearly thirty minutes, and the city around me had already fallen asleep.
By Vocal Member 2 days ago in Fiction
The Bridge That Stayed Standing Too Long
The county left the bridge in place because removing it cost more than admitting it was dangerous. That was the joke in town, though nobody laughed when they said it. They said it in the feed store, in line at the gas station, over coffee at Mae’s Diner while rain ticked against the windows and the river rose another inch on the chalk-marked post behind the sheriff’s office.
By Lawrence Lease3 days ago in Fiction
The Lower Shelf
The Lower Shelf by luccian.layth An old bookstore on a street he won't remember the name of. Ghaith pulls a book from the bottom shelf, wipes the dust with his finger without meaning to. A woman stands nearby reading upright, as though standing is part of the act.
By LUCCIAN LAYTH3 days ago in Fiction
Sophie. Content Warning.
She was so innocent. Head full of ideas, heart full of dreams. She was the best friend a girl (or a boy) could ever ask for. But that was before. Before her ideas got laughed at. Her dreams were shattered. And her friends forsaked her. That was before the case.
By Maya Or Tzur4 days ago in Fiction
