Top Stories

Stories in Fiction that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.

The story of Zero
“Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept…” "What are you doing, mon petit?" "Counting, papa." "Counting?" "Yes, counting. Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf, dix!"
By Raymond G. Taylor22 days ago in Fiction
Foxglove Public Library
First off, congratulations! You have been selected for this position as overnight library security based off your unique qualifications, indomitable spirit, and impressive mental fortitude. We would like to offer you a few instructions and helpful tips to make your first and future shifts here as smooth and easy as possible. Read thoroughly and keep this sheet on you at all times. The last thing you want is for the shadows in the corner of the breakroom to find it. Once again, welcome to the team!
By M. A. Mehan 23 days ago in Fiction
The Neighbourhood Christmas Tradition. Content Warning.
This is Part Two of The Neighbourhood Christmas Tradition. If you haven’t read Part One yet, you can find it here. When I get home, there’s an afternoon breeze, so I decide to eat dinner in my backyard. As I’m sitting at the table, I look over at my empty garden bed and remember that I have to do something about it. It almost looks as though the previous tenant's plants were pulled out and new soil was added, ready for a fresh start.
By Sandy Gillman26 days ago in Fiction
The Day of Differences
Today is the International Day of Human Solidarity - one when a jigsaw becomes completely fitted. When walls part, and partitions close.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin23 days ago in Fiction
The Falcon and the Kite
There was once a peregrine falcon who disliked listening to her elders. They would tell her that the cliffs on which they nested were safe and had stood for thousands of years, supporting generations of falcons within their rocks.
By ThatWriterWoman24 days ago in Fiction
Berganashio - Chapter 25
Kunya awoke to the smell of breakfast that included chai and cinnamon flavored hot tea. "Good morning, Kunya!" The two merfarie princesses, Pori and Villi, greeted her. They sat comfortably around a small table. The morning sun was shining beautifully through the window panes. For a split second, the sun glinted off of the small bottle that hung around Pori's neck.
By Rowan Finley 23 days ago in Fiction
Don't Open the Door
Wakey, wakey! Congratulations! You're alive! That's more than most people can say right now. That's the good news. Here's the bad news: pulling through them injuries was the easy part. If you're reading this, it prolly means something's happened to me, and I can't take care of you or the other survivors no more.
By Tyler Clark (he/they)24 days ago in Fiction
Deleted scene only dialogue
“Dan, I used to have this job... it was weird...” “Weirder than you already are?” “Shut it! This is serious.” “I bet, Arturo.”
By Melissa Ingoldsby25 days ago in Fiction
An ordinary day
Nikitas was met with the smell of freshly brewed coffee and dampness when he awoke. He stood at the window for a time, looking through the window at what was happening outside, but not necessarily paying attention to it. He could see the apartment buildings across the street again, as he had done many times before, and he would see them many times in the future.
By RAOM29 days ago in Fiction
Wild Love at Christmas Eve
If we grow old together, help me to remember the catch in my voice when I faced this old world anew one Christmas Eve ... Aflock in the town's tavern, my head a mix of love and merry. Downing my glass of Moscato, my head spinning with claustrophobia, I ripped away from the endless whir of clutches and kisses. Pushing open the heavy wooden door, I found relief in the welcome outside air.
By Susan L. Marshall27 days ago in Fiction
Our Old Story
She reached for it… But she had one final thing to say first… “Darling, I know that this is probably the absolute worst moment to end things with a speech, but the doctors say that you will not remember this tomorrow, and I have so much that I still want to tell you before I leave. So…let’s start at the very beginning…
By Kendall Defoe about a month ago in Fiction
Them.
The storm raged wildly outside. With the fast pace of the train, the raindrops almost looked like razor blades slicing through the wind and the trees. It was difficult to see much beyond what was right outside the window. It was hot in the train cab, muggy. I could feel the beads of sweat starting to form around my scalp. I leaned my forehead against the window and let the freezing glass calm down the uncomfortable feeling.
By Leah Suzanne Deweyabout a month ago in Fiction