Microfiction

The Compliance of Ordinary Things
The first time the ceiling began to drip, everyone looked up like it was weather. It wasn’t water. It was thick and pale and slow, the color of skim milk left out too long. It gathered in a soft bead, swelled, and fell with a quiet, wet punctuation onto the carpet beside Reception.
By Lawrence Lease26 days ago in Fiction
The Moment Before Yes
The first sign wasn’t dramatic. It didn’t come with a bang, or a phone call, or a knock at the door. It came as a pause in the hallway—Mara’s key hovering in the air, the teeth pointed toward the lock like a question she hadn’t decided to ask.
By Lawrence Lease26 days ago in Fiction
Unspoken on the Twelfth Floor
On the first day Mira started at Hargrove & Sons, she learned the building the way you learn a person’s moods—by watching what makes everyone else flinch.
By Lawrence Lease26 days ago in Fiction
How to Fuck Around. AI-Generated.
Language is alive, and slang is often where it grows the fastest. Among the many expressions that have emerged and evolved over the last decade, few have captured the imagination—or the eyebrows—of English speakers quite like the phrase “fuck around.” At first glance, it seems crude, irreverent, and downright offensive. But dig a little deeper, and you’ll find that it’s much more than a simple expletive; it’s a linguistic mirror reflecting modern culture, humor, and social dynamics.
By Ayesha Lashari26 days ago in Fiction
The Improved Version
Society expected perfection from Sandra. But is perfection perfect? 📚✔️❌❓ Ms. Sandra Lee always arrived in class five minutes before her English lesson was to begin. There was no reason for this day to be any different.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin26 days ago in Fiction
Fragments of a Perfect Whole
Today. Ritual. Morning begins. I count steps. Thirteen movements create my sanctuary. My colleagues whisper about precision controlling my existence.
By SUEDE the poet26 days ago in Fiction
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 Belle26 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 Loria26 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 Lease26 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 Lease26 days 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 27 days 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 Lease27 days ago in Fiction