Microfiction

Whispers
In the moonlit room, whispers lingered like delicate mist. The nursery walls whispered secrets of laughter and love, but the cradle remained silent, untouched by tiny hands. Its lullabies unheard, its gentle sway unappreciated. The dreams that once danced within the crib were hushed, buried in the depths of an unfulfilled longing. The empty cradle stood as a poignant reminder of the love that never had a chance to bloom. Only the echoes of what could have been whispered softly, trapped in the corners of the nursery, forever longing for release. Whispers: nursery echoes, silenced cradle.
By Mark3 years ago in Fiction
Should Be Brown Eyes
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By Colton McClintock3 years ago in Fiction
REGRET; NOT AT ALL
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By Muhammed Ahmed Imran3 years ago in Fiction
Separate Ways
A sudden rain falls in sheets as we lug our chipped tableware to the Goodwill on Second Avenue. My tank top plasters to my skin. Tomorrow you’ll be gone, crossing three time zones to where another woman waits.
By Aleta Davis3 years ago in Fiction
Ember
Something flickered on my shoulder, in my peripherals. I turned my head; it was flame. I batted it with my hand. My mother and sister sat across from me around the campfire, talking. My father sat to my right, removed. I couldn’t seem to put it out.
By Palmer Perkins3 years ago in Fiction
MY CHRONICAL LIFE
I am in love with a fairytale. Even though it hurts. I continued to sprint tirelessly, my breaths coming in gasps as I desperately sought to distance myself from the harsh grasp of reality. How could I confront it? The overwhelming sense of déjà vu enveloped me, reminding me that not enough time had passed for me to erase the memory of this very place from my mind.
By Muhammed Ahmed Imran3 years ago in Fiction
PANDORA’S BOX; THE TRAPPED MEMORIES
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By Muhammed Ahmed Imran3 years ago in Fiction
Arabian Princess's Quest 👑
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By Novel paradise3 years ago in Fiction
The Circle
The world was calm; the scent of the Old Man's mush filled the air. The little fly couldn't resist. Buzz. His tiny wings propelled toward the soupy breakfast; guided by instinct.
By Gina C.3 years ago in Fiction
The Breakup
“Take care,” she offered, sliding into the driver’s seat, looking into his eyes a final time before closing the door. David stood breathlessly, watching the Volkswagen’s taillights glow as it rolled toward the street. “I can still stop her,” he thought, “and explain why I’m doing this…”
By D.P. Martin3 years ago in Fiction
Whispering Shadows
a forgotten village, nestled amidst towering mountains, a mysterious phenomenon was whispered about in hushed tones. Locals spoke of the "Whispering Shadows" that roamed the secluded forest. ..
By Vikas Bhall3 years ago in Fiction
Shades of Yellow
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By Revolution3 years ago in Fiction