Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Fiction.
What a Glass of Merlot Can Hold
Always in her head, she struggles to focus on the moment more times than not, but tonight Cynthia is making an extra effort to connect her mind with her body. It feels important to stay present. After all, James seems to be a promising candidate for her attention. Over the months spent sharing pleasant conversations in the office, they are finally taking a chance to get to know each other in a different setting.
By Calista Marchand-Nazzaro5 years ago in Fiction
Twitterpated
A flash of gray whizzed by. This was it—she had arrived. Sid was so nervous that he teetered, almost losing his footing. He took a breath, steadied himself, and looked up. She wasn't his typical type and almost twice his size, but he had agreed to this blind date to get himself out there, dive into the dating pool. It was summer, after all, and he still didn't have a girlfriend—he was desperate to couple up. But she was beautiful with large stunning eyes staring back at him. A sunflower seed dangled from her beak.
By Meredith Bell5 years ago in Fiction
The Hawtest of Dates
We locked eyes while I was dancing. He was walking over from the bar, two drinks in hand - is one for me? I wondered. He skulled one then the other immediately. We never broke eye contact; I was weirdly transfixed, he walked up to me full of confidence. We danced together until his two drinks had obviously kicked in and he couldn't keep up with the beat. I lead him to the front door, but when we exited the club he started to lead me instead while waving down a taxi. He kept waving at yellow cars until he accidentally caught the attention of the taxi driver that was already parked in front of us in the taxi bay. At this point, I knew for sure I could rob him blind when he passed out.
By Eloise Robertson 5 years ago in Fiction
The Sandman
“Have you heard those stories about the Sandman and his children? You know, the folklore about how the Sandman rips out children’s eyes and feeds them to his kids? Or maybe that is just a horror movie, I can’t really remember now . . . anyway, I don’t think they’re true,” I said, swirling my wine in its glass with a small frown dipping my brow.
By Eloise Robertson 5 years ago in Fiction
Yeah, we were.
I couldn’t keep my eyes off of the table, it wasn’t like I was genuinely entranced by every painfully minuscule detail. I was just trying to find something to distract myself with while I waited in this horribly pretentious restaurant. A deep blue table cloth with swans embroidered on top would have to do.
By Casi Alarcon5 years ago in Fiction
Unanswered
The last judicial execution in Australia was of 41-year-old Ronald Ryan in 1967. He looked like death a day too early. There was still twenty-four hours until Ronald Ryan’s date with the hangman, and already his skin had a grey corpse-like quality. His eyes were ringed so dark they looked bruised. Perhaps they were? Lord knows what sort of treatment he’d been receiving in this horrible place.
By Jacynta Clayton5 years ago in Fiction
First Date at the Last Blockbuster
The dull and corroded satellite lurched toward the Earth pod, its rusted solar panel screeching and scratching across the side. Petra didn't even notice. Besides, the Federation built these Earth pods to be indestructible. Space junk was too common an occurrence to give it even a second's notice. Nothing interesting ever happened.
By Meredith Bell5 years ago in Fiction
