Top Stories
Stories in Fiction that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
Heart-Shaped Box
Lilly was grateful to finally see the edge of her driveway after another long, horrendous day at the office, and an equally miserable drive through the traffic nightmare known as Highway 11. It had been a week from hell, and the only thing delaying her from the sweet elixir of her favourite Moscato, was parking the car and getting in the house.
By Cathy holmes3 years ago in Fiction
Kingdom of Man
These are my thoughts as I sense a presence beneath the fog of the forest. Long have I listened, but this thing is different, and it is no making of ours. The trees tell me of a child. It has come from beyond the land, with no roots to follow, and no tales to whisper among the leaves.
By J. Scott Tanner3 years ago in Fiction
The Lone Wolf
Heavy droplets of rain fell as a sudden storm ravaged the colony of Japre. People rushed inside their homes, their children, wives, husbands, and parents in tow. One man stood alone in a field on the outskirts of the colony, looking to his crop of underberries before the rain washed them all away. The fickle plants were the only thing that could grow on the planet’s muddy surface. Storms raged on and on, providing only brief respites in between outpour after outpour of heavy rain. It was the last sowing of the season, he had to make it work.
By J D Guzman3 years ago in Fiction
Minute by Minute
This was it. The day that was circled in red on my calendar. I reluctantly opened my eyes after a restless night’s sleep, knowing what awaited me. Simple denial, procrastination, appeals to higher powers, none of it worked. This was my fate, and I had to accept it.
By Mark Gagnon3 years ago in Fiction
The Ice Beneath Her Feet
Her timid feet meet the ice. It creaks a quiet haunting tone that blends with the swirl of the blizzard, but it holds. Her confidence rises. She steps forth, fully onto the frozen lake. A lake, they say, but for how far she has to go, they might call it a sea.
By Laurence J. R. Nix3 years ago in Fiction
Death, interrupted
Kirn's death is rudely interrupted by a droning sound outside the house. Screwing her eyes shut tighter, she draws a labored breath. It doesn't matter, she reminds herself, there's nothing out there: as the last human on Earth, she's certain of this much. This sound must be an illusion, some auditory hallucination from dehydration. It means she's nearly there, finally one foot in the grave! Appeased, she pushes her hand over the bed sheets to squeeze Ashami's cold arm. She only manages a caress, but that's enough to draw them closer together: they were linked in life, and soon they shall be in death too.
By Claire Guérin3 years ago in Fiction
Alternate Reality: Gaston's Story
To my loving daughter, Belevia, My only goal in raising you was to ensure you had the future you deserved, a path paved by your own free will, and not by what is expected of you. You can have a family and be a wife and mother, like your mother and the women around you, or you can venture out of this town, and explore the world, defy the limitations others try to push onto you. Or...really who says you can’t be a mother and explore the world at the same time? You can do anything you set your mind to. However, I fear I may not live to see the adventures you set out on. After I have passed I want to leave you with one final story, of how I met, and lost, the one woman I truly loved.
By Victoria Rivera3 years ago in Fiction
Waiting to go to School. Third Place in 2023 Vocal Writing Awards - Young Adult Fiction.
Malika wrapped her small fingers around the stainless steel tumbler for warmth as she stepped into the crisp, foggy mountain dawn. Her bare feet gently thudded on the ground as she moved to sit on the stair that surrounded the one-room mud hut she called home.
By R. J. Rani3 years ago in Fiction
The Rain Maiden. First Place in Christopher Paolini's Fantasy Fiction Challenge.
A thousand years ago a drought plagued the village of Shan Yu. Not a drop of rain had fallen on the village in three years. Believing Shangdi was angry with the villagers, they danced in his name, praying for storms and rain to fall on Shan Yu. But after dancing for seven days and seven nights, not a single cloud appeared in the sky.
By M. Fritz Wunderli3 years ago in Fiction
