Hello Storytellers,

Dear Storyteller,

We are delighted to share that Myfictionworld has completed 5 wonderful years of telling stories through our amazing storytellers like you. Over the years, your creativity, imagination, and voice have helped build a vibrant community of stories that inspire, entertain, and connect people.

As we celebrate this milestone, we are excited to invite you to take part in our Journal Hub initiative.

Start writing your stories with Myfictionworld

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Begin with a small thought of your own, and let it grow into something meaningful.

Share your words with readers, let them appreciate your stories and writing, and allow your ideas to travel across the world.

Flash Fiction Friday's WINNER will announce shortly.

Sitting in his dingy room, as Rahul picked up the paper, a news caught his eye. Ms.Sujata Ray was elected as the youngest local councilor.

What worse luck one could have, he thought to himself. He folded the paper while his mind flashed back to the afternoon in his ancestral home. Bare-chested, he got out of bed. The black mole on his left arm caught his eye. It was a sore reminder of what someone, an astrologer perhaps, told him once. A black mole on the left hand of a man was always a bad omen.

It was not like Rahul was born deformed - had an extra finger or anything like that. On the contrary, in his late 60s, he was still handsome, intelligent and smart. Yet things rarely went the way he wanted them to. 

He made a number of friends on account of his looks, intelligence and…