Welcome to MicroFictionVille!

Welcome to a site dedicated to the joy of writing. We’re a club of writers, readers and compassionate editors dedicated to a weekly writing practice of microfiction. The idea is inspired by Julia Cameron’s “Artist’s Way” morning pages. They became capsules, scenes, moments in fictional lives that readers began to resonate with. The beauty of microstories is that the scenes come from so many different angles, places and perspectives. The viewpoints are not always our own, but an adventure in creating a believable snapshot – a moment, for the reader to consider. These small stories have reunited us with our creative spirit.

The Unexpected

The Unexpected

His head partly enveloped in the downy pillows, Sam came to and rubbed his still sleepy eyes, then ...

afterlife

afterlife

“Wow, Josie, you were right. This must be the afterlife you and Larry were always talking about. ...

heals my pain

heals my pain

“I really don’t want to hear any of your new age nonsense today, okay?” he thought to ...

Collective: The Bowtie and the Boutonniere

Collective: The Bowtie and the Boutonniere

Every two weeks in the Microfictionville Facebook group, our moderator posts a “muse photo” ...

Curved L

Curved L

He put the large set of sound proof headphones on. The new theme music filled his ears and he started ...

Spirit Animal

Spirit Animal

“Steve, we have to talk…” the voice greeted. “Where am I?” Steve asked. ...

Not Again

Not Again

It’s said that the cosmos will reach out to any of us at key moments—if we are even half ...

Cush

Cush

Sid Morgenstern looked up from his desk and across the now drab store that had been launched by his ...

Ode

Ode

Once upon a time, I built a lighthouse. To my mind, it was a castle, too. It’s crenelated walls and ...

Chimera

Chimera

I never know it’s a dream while I’m in it. Ringed by mountains, the salt flats are cool, abrasive, ...

Every touch, every conversation, every sigh of pleasure was a salve

Every touch, every conversation, every sigh of pleasure was a salve

He was the softest, most tender person I’d ever met. Every touch, every conversation, every sigh of ...

Far Beyond

Far Beyond

Far beyond the treacherous Dune Sea and decades after the defeat of the Dark Force, the desert planet ...

Neon, Sunset, Beacon

Neon, Sunset, Beacon

The lighthouse stood at the end of the world, its base in the rocks that had once formed the coastline. ...

Prey

Prey

The grass was cool and dry, the humidity so low, no dew had formed. High up the hill, above the town, ...

Torren

Torren

The wind picked up and Zahn was buffeted by a torrent of sand. How long had he been wandering this gods ...

Wreckage

Wreckage

“The usual pose, Sir.” “Did you cover him up?” “Yes. Doesn’t look like he was violated this ...

Privilege and Honor.

Privilege and Honor.

It would be the last time they would make the annual migration to the Sarnia Basin in what was once ...

Copy Red leader

Copy Red leader

“Red leader to base, we are in position…” “Copy Red leader you are clear to ...

4th of

4th of

We celebrated our own unique independence in the dark alley away from the summer revelry. I ran his ...

II

II

The First Part: Multitude God, she was tired. Miyuki waited in the blistering heat, the probability ...

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