Latest Stories

Most recently published stories in Fiction.

When The Universe Changed
I've always observed the night sky with wonder and noticed, even with it's darkness, a little light always manages to shine through. The name is Jazzamine, I've never been your typical teen, but who's to say what the typical teen is? I grew up on planet Earth just like the rest of them, only I'm not what you would call a human. I know what you may be thinking, I destroyed the planet, but nope - that wasn't me. It seems so typical of all you humans to blame the extraterrestrial - but hey, I moved to planet earth because well, my family needed to relocate.
By Haley C.5 years ago in Fiction
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Ten-year-old Me dragged from store to store. Momma has to buy her dresses, shoes, wigs and jewelry. I want to do my homework and read books of science, but I have to stand around waiting, bored and ignored. This small jewelry store is the boringest yet. Momma chats with the lone storekeeper lady and looks at ring after ring, necklace after necklace. One low countertop has several necklaces on top of the glass.
By Rick Riffel5 years ago in Fiction
Loss
“Left foot. Blue boot. Right foot. Pink boot....”Jolene sang softly to herself as she walked. She liked to keep her eyes on her feet while they walked. She felt like she was always walking.
By Tobias D.H. Crichton5 years ago in Fiction
Tanveer's Shirt
January 8 1971, Faujdarhat Cadet College, Bangladesh And his hands, would point, and tremble; he moved them at some random synchronization that only he understood, some “struggle with God,” and his trembling hands curled into a finger, and then the tiger – or man – stepped off his podium, and kicked it such that the plies of the wood would fly into themselves, and he began to walk towards a woman, a woman with her scarf hanging off her head.
By Ali Ahmed5 years ago in Fiction
Deandra
As usual, she was running late. Dee reached the platform and slid through the door moments before they closed and the train whisked its way towards the next station.
By MATTHEW FLICK5 years ago in Fiction
Are You Feeling Normal, Keating?
"Your greatest work will be coming face to face with the truth — that all of the things you are chasing are empty, that all the rules you are following are lies".
By Jamie Jackson5 years ago in Fiction
The Others
Monday 11th June They were at the door again today. Knocking, shouting, begging to be let in. I’m not stupid, I didn’t let on that I heard them. I went to the window, peeled back a corner of the yellowed newspapers to try and get a look at them. Such cunning disguises they have! This time a dumpy looking ‘woman’ with straight, mousy brown hair and a crucifix round her neck. She left a box of something on the porch, but I shan’t go and see till nightfall. It’s not safe in daylight anymore.
By Angel Whelan5 years ago in Fiction
Raven Gifts
I sit out day after day in the northern sun that never sets. How can people sleep? And yet they do, billions of them do, forever now.
By Amethyst Qu5 years ago in Fiction
The Burning.
PART 1. CLIMATIC CHANGE. LIFE AS WE KNOW IT. It is the year 3003 today. Saima crawls out of her makeshift bed of straw and tries to register her mind back to reality. She focusses in on herself and tries to come out of her pleasant dream into the darkness of her life as it is now.
By Leonara Hansen 5 years ago in Fiction
Yellowstone
To Sara the earth looked soaked in a eerie florescent orange-red glow which she thought magical. Her uncle told her that the smoke in the atmosphere due to forest fires caused the light. The smoke followed you from Oregon to Utah, her uncle joked. Sara joked back I’m smoking. Sarah’s mom heard that out of context which made her panic for a moment which then brought laughter and caused Sara to pantomime vaping, pretending to be a sassy teen rebel.
By Cameron Glenn5 years ago in Fiction
Sailing To Oblivion
Thunder roared in the distance as Gracie sifted thru the rubble of yet another town destroyed by the Great War. Survivors that she had met along the way each called it something different but since she was only in her late 20’s, to her it was the Great War. Her mom’s had guessed early on that there might be trouble and would prepare her for survival as best they could. With one mother being a nurse and the other being a soldier who flew Apache helicopters in Afghanistan her training was quite extensive. While Gracie was thankful for their training she still wished they were with her.
By R.S. Haspiel5 years ago in Fiction
A Cool London Pad Until Disaster Hit
I hitched an apartment in just my kind of place. If I have to live in centre city. It must be glam. I cannot bear to be stuck in any kind of dump. Partly because I am rather past the bend on the road of living cheap. Partially due also, to being somewhat spoilt in ways of being a lucky one, at spotting a good catch. This might be because I know the city like the back of my hand. I managed to dig out the best at best price-rate too. The one thing I have recognised about city living is, there is always a fly in the ointment. No matter how lucky you think are on catching a bargain.
By Black Dog Productions5 years ago in Fiction