Fiction
Calling all Ernest Hemingways, Toni Morrisons, Stephen Kings, Octavia Butlers, and James Baldwins of the world - Fiction is the place for your stories to run wild.
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Stories in Fiction that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
Pearl
1980 something. we all hung out at Pearl and you and i were nothing special, or so i thought. i mean we all danced, drenched in our own sweat, our own saline solution of fear, too many beers, shots, laughter, tears, fucks in the bathroom and i don't know when we began to be afraid. do you?
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)2 days ago in Fiction
Belle of the Bayou
Bad move, cher. Not just the slip of her kitten heel on the rainy February cobblestones in the Fourth Ward. She got caught snooping. Detective Deleon clucked and strutted like a rooster in his rush to clear her from the scene, waving cigar smoke to and fro as he gesticulated amid the thick air of the speak easy. An experienced crime reporter, Marie knew better than to let the coppers catch her on the wrong side of the line, but curiosity had gotten the better of her.
By Maia Gadwall the metAlchemist5 days ago in Fiction
Veil of Subconscious Awakening
Images slide behind my eyelids like film cadres, bursting with meanings. In one moment, I’m speeding down the highway, making the speedometer swing wildly like a frantic pendulum. The next moment, I’m plunging from a falling plane, slowly crashing earthward. At home, I meet black cat’s green, googly eyes staring at me from the cavernous hollowness of the kitchen. When I turn for a moment, it disappears, and all I can see is a pair of blue suede shoes set up against the wall. I pick them up and put them on. When I glimpse at them again, they’ve become black as night, making me blink and flinch.
By Moon Desert5 days ago in Fiction
Magic
Note from the Author: I want to let you know that this is an unusual story, and it has been written purely from whatever is in my unconscious mind, because before I start writing, I get into a flow state that reaches my unconsciousness. I also write in my subconscious mind, which is like a mid-flow state between the conscious and unconscious mind.
By Denise Larkin5 days ago in Fiction
Winterthorne
Winterthorne stood alone at the edge of the park. The beautiful snow that had surrounded him was all trampled now, from the feet of all of the children who had built him. He missed the sparkly clean snow blanket, but he was happy that so many children had come out to make him.
By Laura DePace6 days ago in Fiction
Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Fiction.
The Letters of Deceit
This is a story I wrote in about 30 minutes (on paper) for my writing group last week. The task was to use three ‘exercise sticks’ to create a short story - we just picked one from each category and went with it. It took me a minute to figure out how to connect them, I think it came across how I wanted it to. Here’s my sentences:
By Maddy Haywoodabout an hour ago in Fiction
The Guardian
Alexander had mixed emotions about reconnecting with someone he hadn’t seen since he was five. A lot had changed over the last thirteen years. Would Dr. Jason remember him, and had the doctor’s current life altered him since the last time they were together? Alexander was filled with questions for the Doctor. How had Jason managed to survive living among the Jinkinki and the Beast Masters, and was there anything left of the civilization he remembered as a boy? Probably the most important question Alexander could think of was, did the good doctor know how to destroy the evil invaders?
By Mark Gagnonabout 2 hours ago in Fiction
The Girl Who Texted From the Future. AI-Generated.
It was 11:47 PM when Arham’s phone buzzed. The sound cut sharply through the quiet of his apartment. He had been lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying the usual worries of life—deadlines, responsibilities, the strange emptiness that had been following him for months.
By shakir hamidabout 5 hours ago in Fiction
The Paper Bridge to Yesterday
Julian sat in the dusty corner of "The Inkwell," a bookstore that seemed to exist in a fold of time, tucked away in a cobblestone alley of London that modern maps often forgot. He was thirty-five, a man whose life was measured in spreadsheets and missed opportunities. His coat was still damp from the relentless autumn drizzle, and the smell of old parchment usually acted as his only solace. Today, however, Julian wasn't there to browse. He was there to fulfill a promise he had made to himself a decade ago—one that involved a small, locked mahogany box he had inherited from his grandfather.
By Alpha Cortexabout 8 hours ago in Fiction
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