Top Stories
Stories in Fiction that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
Black Scales
Every evening, the small children were sent to the shore to collect the dragon scales. When the pink warmth and light of the evening had finally faded, mothers kissed chubby cheeks and held back tears. Some shot fearful glances towards the lake, and others were steadfast in avoiding looking in that direction.
By L.C. Schäfer3 months ago in Fiction
Contemporaneous Cognates
In the suburbs of Chicago, Illinois, the United States………in the first dimension Sarah looked in the mirror, leaned closer and with a smooth, clean handkerchief carefully smudged the immaculately applied red lipstick staining her lips. She took a moment to appreciate their glorious perfection, all too recently plumped by the top local plastic surgeon. This, along with all the other means the surgeon had employed to guarantee facial perfection, had cost a handsome penny, but it had been well worth the expense. What was this life worth if you couldn’t attain perfection and enjoy such things at thirty-two? After all, it wouldn’t be long before she had to face the dreaded middle age years, so she needed to be sure she approached them in excellent condition.
By Cindy Calder3 months ago in Fiction
He Thought He Knew All There Was To Know About His Long Time Friend
We were friends in high school living parellel lives. And we got married, had children, and went to college. It was a struggle at times, but we did a lot of partying on weekends and that was our time for just us, until he stopped the partying.
By Denise E Lindquist3 months ago in Fiction
The Keyhole Marriage
I was that kid who used to sneak glimpses of her friends and family through the keyhole, to see what they were up to. I would put my eye against the hole and catch a glimpse of their world, like a tiny television that never revealed the complete story.
By Sam H Arnold3 months ago in Fiction
The Smoke of Their Torment . Content Warning.
Mama, I’m so sorry. I’m so damned sorry. I tried to wash up but in this poor lamplight I can hardly tell whats ink and whats his blood. I ain’t bad, mama. I swear I aint. And I’ll always be your boy. Remember that time I caught us that whopper of a catfish. You and daddy was so proud, we was all so hungry.
By Sandor Szabo3 months ago in Fiction
The Painting. Runner-Up in Parallel Lives Challenge.
I used to paint. I used to have hobbies, friends. A life. But I knew he wouldn’t stop hitting me, so I left. I could put up with the rages. It was kinda comforting, in a way. Just like my dad all over again, so I mostly ignored it. But I told him after the first hit that it was his once. He’ll never get another. Well, that promise lasted exactly till the next paycheck, and the bender that came with it.
By Meredith Harmon3 months ago in Fiction
Just a Peek. Content Warning.
Madame Sylvie Revealer of your Past Teller of your Future Madeline, or Mad as she preferred to be called, studied the sign before her, wondering if it was really worth it to follow her unexpected urge. She had never once wanted to know her future, and even now, Mad still didn’t want to know. Mad had read enough Greek myths to know that it never ended well. Granted, she believed in herself enough to think that she wouldn’t go try to kill a baby or something like that, but still. Mad was content enough to live in the present and not stress about a future she may not be able to change, thank you very much.
By Rebecca Patton3 months ago in Fiction
Fate
Despite seeing nearly five hundred years on its dusty dais, the meticulously crafted copy of Allgerion’s Catechism—the prophecy within foretelling that the first and only child of the seventh son of Avangarde and the third daughter of Mah’reel would usher forth the salvation of their world—was in a remarkable state of preservation.
By Matthew J. Fromm3 months ago in Fiction
