Fiction
A Merry Little Christmas to Us
My cruiser partner and long-time buddy, Tucker, had invited me to his place so I didn't have to face spending Christmas Eve alone after our brutal call earlier in the night. We had been dispatched to look for a missing senior citizen, who ended up wandering away from a home and freezing to death. We were both pretty shaken up by her death and didn't need to be alone and thinking about what we could have done better to prevent it.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Chapters
FATED: Part 1
Fun Fact: I first wrote this story waaay back in 2017 after a conversation with a friend of mine: we were playing the old 'ring game' to find out how many kids we were supposed to have... I came out with only one girl, and, for some reason, felt very insulted by it. After I wrote the story, I was so proud of it I included it in a small, personal book of early short stories to keep on my shelf. I still have that book, by the way, and was so proud of this one that I posted it's (very) rough draft to the Fiction Press account I kept years ago. Extra brownie-points if you can find it there, haha!
By Taylor Rigsby2 years ago in Chapters
The Forgotten Heir
The Forgotten Heir Once, in the quiet village of Eldoria, a humble hobbit named Thistlefoot lived a peaceful life tending to his garden. Little did he know that he was the last living descendant of a forgotten lineage, the true heirs to a powerful artifact hidden deep within the Mistwood Forest.
By Ahmed Shukri2 years ago in Chapters
A Techno Carol (with Apologies to Charles Dickens) - A Story in Five Parts. Top Story - January 2024.
Part I: “Go to your room!” Dad shouted at him, but it was his mother who was in tears. Jimmy Curtis knew that this was serious when he saw what happened. The presents were being wrapped, and he could have waited in his room…but why bother? His parents knew what he wanted for Christmas, and here it was, Christmas Eve, and they were still getting things ready for the big day. So, why didn’t they get him the system he wanted? Why a stupid-looking 2.0 version of the super Benevolt gaming set? And no extra controllers for it? He had to say something.
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Chapters
Oliver's Quest. Part 1-4
Chapter 1 The Great Dream In the quiet town of Oakridge, nestled amidst rolling hills and serene landscapes, there lived a young boy named Oliver. From a tender age, Oliver had harbored a great dream - a dream of becoming famous. He yearned to leave his mark on the world, to be known far and wide for his extraordinary talents.
By Richard Blockmaster2 years ago in Chapters
The Rat’s Tale Part 3/ Prequel
“You know I’m having a Christmas party, right?” Diamond asked in a tone that implied not only that she’d already invited me, but that this was a friendship, not a client/ stylist relationship. I thought that was weird, but it was the holidays, and a Mariah Carey tune can really bring the best out of people.
By scaldingblktea 2 years ago in Chapters
Cold Beer and Hot Politics. Chapter 5.
Predawn light seeped into John's flat as he bustled about the kitchen, fortifying himself with robust tea and toasted crumpets for the labours ahead. Donning faded plaid robes and slippers, he extracted the dusty mimeograph machine from its long confinement beneath the bathroom sink. As he meticulously cleaned and adjusted the gears and rollers, John's pulse quickened in anticipation of producing the first subversive literature from its sputtering duplication drums in decades.
By Tanya Doolin2 years ago in Chapters
The Marshes
Well, this is it. As I stepped further into the darkness, I knew there was no going back. No magic, no higher power, no parents, no honorables would be able to reach me in this forsaken land. Where I now tread, few have been before. Most of them have not returned. Smoke bellows out of the ground, sulphuric clouds obstruct my view. The smell is putrid. My eyes are teary, my lungs are having trouble taking in oxyen. I know what is behind this cloudy mess I am in. Yet still, my heart is beating rapidly in anticipation.
By Reinier Prins2 years ago in Chapters
The Last Mystery Writer
Waiting was not something I was good at, but I had become accustomed to the endless game of watching the clock and hoping against hope. On this night I did not even anticipate that wish of accomplishment as the snow started to fall outside of the Violet’s Bookstore in downtown Bedford, New Hampshire. I looked over at my two kids who begrudgingly came with me. Avery, my fifteen-year-old daughter was on her phone, which was how I often saw her face in the last year since her mother got her that thing. Her pink hair looped over her face mask that she would take down every couple of minutes to post pictures of herself on social media. She had a textbook propped open on the table in front of her, so it looked like she was doing homework assigned over the holiday break.
By C. H. Richard2 years ago in Chapters
