Latest Stories

Most recently published stories in Fiction.

Fleabite
I lay prone in the warmup room. Grit and cold tile. Alec tugged me to my feet and put a hand on my shoulder, held me steady.
By John Burton5 years ago in Fiction
Bedtime Stories
Bedtime Stories By Mary Founteno Beverly saw how awake her children were from her place on the couch. She had slaved the day away, as a mother, and finally, when it came time for bed, her children were wide awake. Beverly knew that if she would just get some rest…
By Mary Founteno5 years ago in Fiction
The Abbotts' Anniversary
It was an unnaturally quiet evening in Fairhaven as Mr. and Mrs. Abbott prepared to leave for their anniversary dinner. Chloe Abbott regarded herself for a long time as she stared into the smudged bathroom mirror. Her deep blue dress shimmered in the dim light, bringing out the sharp color of her emerald eyes. It was a beautiful dress, albeit a bit snug. She hadn’t worn it for a good few years. There hadn’t been much to celebrate in that time.
By Abigail Cave5 years ago in Fiction
Overheard: A Boy Mom's Bedtime Story
While the bedtime story is often a source of wonder, for some parents it is a source of love, laughter and constant derailment. In a suburban home, in a neighborhood just like yours, a tired mom was putting her two boys to bed in their room. We were able to get a transcript of the story that transpired:
By Penny Fuller5 years ago in Fiction
Movie Night
After far too long, finally our favorite weekend ritual was back up and running—the local movie theater. During the pandemic while the public was snuggling up on the couch and watching their favorite movies while sheltering in place, the movie theater in town was revamped. New look, new carpets, new snack bar, and (finally) new reclining seats. Needless to say Jake and I couldn’t be more pumped to get there for the midnight showing of “Galaxy Trooper”.
By Gabriella Desiree5 years ago in Fiction
Terrible way to make money
In a creative writing prompt, I had to write a story with 3 elements in it: an art museum, a broken leg, and a high school boy. This is the story that came about.
By Kaytlynn Rose5 years ago in Fiction
They Know How They Treated Me
It was back in the gloomy times, where war was far from cry. A man is only worth what he can carry and a woman is only worth her lineage. It seemed like a time of great distress and struggle. One man sought to be above another man and to keep that position. It was a very much strange time. It was a time of needed reflection because hope was faded. Love was cold and life was fate. Every soul knows that one situation can cause a major disfunction. Everybody was anxious and most people wanted to keep a truce. War was despised. Oppression everywhere and oppression heartfelt. Most people had indifferent because they thought society needed the things that they had. I for one did not understand the high life. I did not understand what freedom was. I just knew that if it was being like master and doing what I please I yearned that.
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous5 years ago in Fiction
Her Labour
The call came. The labouring had begun. My large bag sat anticipatory by the door. I steeled myself for the ordeal ahead and stepped outside.
By SCSenior5 years ago in Fiction
The Power of Glory
The war ended weeks ago, but the fires left over from the battles continued burning as if to celebrate the devastating losses of millions of humans across the globe. To rub it in survivor faces, to remind us that we could be next at any point.
By Dani Banani5 years ago in Fiction
Sunset
Pale blue eyes watched a whimsical trail of dust tumble down an old river bed, pushed by a dry wind and cascading over smooth stones rounded by years of clean flowing water now vanished. Her grandmother had once entertained her with such tales, stories she now faithfully repeated to her own grandchildren. Swirling and twisting across the brown land it blew before ending its dance on the waves of the sea as they crashed against the shore. The burning heat of the sun radiated down, hanging in an empty blue sky and waiting for someone foolish enough to wander out into its deadly rays.
By James Hardie5 years ago in Fiction
Episode #45 Let's have a Bonfire
“Wow look at it out here Jordan, how amazing to see all the stars and how bright the moon is. I always had a major interest in the Cosmos. How about you?” “I must agree, the constellations are amazing to say the least. Mind you I always seems to have an issue with finding them all!” “I know the feeling, how about we take a moment to lay back, see if we can find them all tonight!”
By Susan McGill5 years ago in Fiction
Her Paper Dragon
“What is it?” They were perched on a hilltop in the evening fog, five miles or so from the remains of Hengqin. Below, a curious collection of ramshackled buildings lay sprawled – trailing precariously toward to the sea. There were wooden stalls and stone houses; great, crumpled tents and odd tracks that seemed to circle in on themselves, leading nowhere. In the distance, the skeleton of an aged wheel with carriages lurked, reaching up from the fog as though in silent lament. The children were perplexed. Yet, there was little time for wonder. It was getting dark, and soon it would be darker still to see. They needed to find shelter. And fast.
By Laura Kay5 years ago in Fiction