Top Stories
Stories in Fiction that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
Echo of a Nightmare
Gabrielle found herself in a dimly lit hallway, where the floorboards screeched underneath her feet and the people in the pictures that hung on the wall glared at her maliciously. She had a vague recollection of why she was here and how she got here, but her end goal was fuzzy to her. Gabrielle gulped as she kept on walking down the hallway, towards an end she could not see. The lights above her flickered dangerously as she hunched towards herself in an attempt to make herself smaller.
By Rebecca Patton5 months ago in Fiction
Returning
He had decided today would be the last day of summer, in every sense. Literally, as July twenty-nineth was as good as any other day to declare the season over, but also figuratively summer was over for his life, being sixty, his birthday only two months before, if he calculated the calendar correctly twenty years ago. Life comes in seasons, he’s heard, and fate is insistent that autumn should arrive; a season of change, of harvesting, of preparation, of accepting the winter soon to come.
By Conor Matthews5 months ago in Fiction
Pharaoh’s Vizier
“Look at him, would you? He’s sure got it made! Everything served up on a golden platter…” Judah’s gaze followed the direction of the dusty arm next to him. Impressive! Their focus centred on a man exuding power, position, prestige. Clean shaven, chiselled featured, clad in court dress of the finest pristine linen. Pharaoh’s distinctive signet ring winked on the hand gripping an exquisitely ornate silver goblet. A heavy gold chain hung from his neck. ‘Absolute Power’ personified!
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶5 months ago in Fiction
In the Dybbuk’s Pocket
I first met Uncle Henry at my aunt's seder, I guess, well, back in the late 1980s. He wasn't really an uncle -- at least, not mine -- but he looked like an uncle, and I was a kid, and that's what my aunt and my parents and everyone else called him.
By Paul Levinson5 months ago in Fiction
Please Don't Leave The Light On
Straight, strong, and mud-like coffee keeps us going as we navigate the blinding white, hard-packed gravel road, heading north. We have crossed the sixtieth parallel and use peanut butter and mayonnaise sandwiches thickly spread on rye bread, along with long strands of red licorice, to stave off hunger without stopping for breaks. For amusement, I stick one end of a string in my mouth, and he takes the other end. We chew it until our cheeks touch. No worries about refrigerating a sandwich with mayonnaise in it, in these cold, below-zero temperatures. The quart-sized stainless thermos of java is shared between us; I drink from the lid, and he slurps out of his oversize Alaska Railroad mug. I've never drunk so much coffee in my life, but we want to get to Anchorage and are driving nonstop from the Lower 48. It's a good thing we both have young bladders and can hold off for five to six hours before taking a potty break.
By Andrea Corwin 5 months ago in Fiction
Love story gone wrong
It was a beautiful day, full of pleasant surprises, until he called, that is. At first, he sounded concerned, but that wasn’t the reason he dialled her number. There was always something Adam was unhappy about and there was always someone to blame. Anastasia was exhausted, mainly from the weight of her thoughts. He always expected her to lighten up in his presence, regardless of what was going on in her life. She had a CT scan earlier that week and she was really nervous about the results. She barely ate anything, anxiety was wreaking havoc with her nervous system. Anastasia needed Adam to be there for her, but he was preoccupied with his own problems, or the lack of. After few days of silence, she summed up the courage and reached out to him. Instead of affection he gave her a cold shoulder. She didn’t pay him a visit that week because she was anxious and tired. After another attempt to connect with him, she gave up and blocked his number. It was painful, knowing that he didn’t care about her as much as he said he did. The silence was deafening. There was a growing distance between them, a lot of things were left unsaid, on both sides. Adam always put himself first, not matter what was going on in her life. He said she meant the world to him, but when she needed him the most, he left her out in the cold.
By Sasha Chaply5 months ago in Fiction
Get Out of My Head
When I first heard it I was mesmerized. Maybe it was the backbeat that captured my brain or possibly the syncopated rhythm that snaked its way into my every thought. The melody was definitely captivating. Whatever the reason, I was ensnared in its clutches, and the song had no intentions of letting me go.
By Mark Gagnon5 months ago in Fiction
The Mammy Whisperer
Charms adorned the clogs next to her bed. The bonnet already topped her head, and after her slumber, Kalisha Himmers did not remove it. Her skin looked like shea butter. At five foot even, two hundred forty pounds, she had donned a black Makaveli T-shirt size three X. Blue, gray, and white pajama bottoms with dolphins wrapped her backside. She peered in the mirror and shrugged. Kalisha then put on her clogs.
By Skyler Saunders5 months ago in Fiction
