Microfiction

Adrian and the Diary
Link to the Challenge: Dear Diary, Well, here we are. I've managed to finally find a way to get my beloved Pandora to be a part of my life. The clinic has said that it was just a temporary breakdown and she needs all the attention I can bestow, so I am technically a part of her life again. No sign of her ex after the news reported on their last spat (it must be nice to have your own plane, a government that looks the other way, and several hidden bank accounts...for now).
By Kendall Defoe 7 days ago in Fiction
Earbuds: Nasty Little Fuckers
Mother always said, If you don't put things away, they'll grow legs and wander off! She didn't tell me they'd listen to my conversations first, then report to the government.
By L.C. Schäfer7 days ago in Fiction
He Noticed First
He said it before it mattered. They heard it when it was too late. 🌫️🔍🧩 Brian was quietly thoughtful. He liked it that way; he was perfectly comfortable with his own company. His classmates always went in cliques; his recesses were often spent in the library or alone in class.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin7 days ago in Fiction
The New City
The white trails of smoke clouded the skies above as the echoes of the jets boomed through the hollow morning in No Name Town. Not an ear could hear as below the city bustled from headphones to speakers with bicycles and people walking in the marble plaza or to the eco park, work, school, all beneath the eagles glare. And in the middle, on the 15th floor of her apartment building, sat a young woman staring longingly out the window to both the skies above and the city below. From that perch she gazed upon the screens that filled the city plaza, catering to a whole manner of needs from cafes, gyms, mindfulness pods, and streaming offices. Atop the largest skyscraper an electronic billboard always rang the quote, “The most important thing is not life, but the good life” pulsing in pink.Whenever her gaze slipped from the screens she found herself between the set of paths which there were two: the trail to everywhere and the trail to nowhere and the glaze of smoke in the clouds. Today though, a rather tall man stood at the fork of the two paths. He wore an all black sweatshirt with the brand name MoonHut bolded in white on the back and blue jeans from the brand she was most familiar with, SunHut. But there was something more, she noticed the white fedora with a forest green band around it was from somewhere she'd never seen before. Then the man seemed so odd, he must have been crazy taking one step in the direction of one trail before switching to the other and coming back again. One step towards nowhere, then one towards everywhere, as if the choice itself had trapped him.
By Schmalz8 days ago in Fiction
I'm So Sorry...
I've been told my whole life that sharing is a virtue, so I guess that makes me a saint today. Look, I'm tired of the noise. I'm tired of the weight behind my eyes and that buzzing in my ears that sounds like a thousand bees trying to start a band in my head. They say a debt is only a burden if you're the one holding the bill... and I feel like I've held it long enough.
By Sara Wilson8 days ago in Fiction
Doodling along .......
One day A was out doodling along the word path. Just wondering where he will end up. A met a lot of friends along the way, but still just doodling along this path making more friends along the way. He saw the end and seen his friend.
By Mark Graham8 days ago in Fiction
They saw nothing
The strange allegations were confirmed; 47 graves unearthed. Coffins emptied. When caught, the perpetrator claimed he needed bodies– an offering to the Gods.
By Lamar Wiggins8 days ago in Fiction
Taxed to Death
Biggest scam there is, being taxed for money you make, then taxed again for things you buy, then taxed again for things you were already taxed for. This is government overreach. Imagine all the people with hidden assets, how will you ensure they pay their due taxes?
By Sid Aaron Hirji8 days ago in Fiction
Trust, Undone
I trusted her with everything—passwords, plans, parts of myself I hid from everyone else. She learned it all, then used it when leaving paid better than loving. I didn’t chase. I sat, realizing betrayal doesn’t start with them—it starts the moment you hand someone knife.
By Aarsh Malik8 days ago in Fiction
Field Notes on a Failed Kidnapping
Elyra had prepared for this extensively. She stood in the corner of her burrow halfway behind a tall shelf that she had dragged there two nights before for exactly this purpose. The human was sitting on the other side of the room, tied to the chair that Elyra had placed in the center.
By Brooke Moran9 days ago in Fiction
See No Evil
“I think we should review the Calculus assignment when we get back,” Alicia suggested with a nervous laugh. Colby glanced at her incredulously, though Nina, almost too eagerly, replied,
By Taylor Rigsby9 days ago in Fiction
Still Preferred. Top Story - March 2026.
We celebrate World Back Up day. A day when we cherish what we nearly discard Sometimes backups serve us well. 🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin9 days ago in Fiction