Top Stories
Stories in Fiction that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
The Colours of Bees
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. Neither came as a surprise to Moira. It had been a strong moon that month, and the powerful tidal surge that had backwashed the mighty Liriope River had swept over the valley like a hungry serpent, consuming without conscience the totality of lives in its path.
By Call Me Les5 months ago in Fiction
Displacement
The river ran backwards on the day the queen vanished. It had been the worst day of Iver Puck’s life. He remembered it like it was yesterday. The disappearance of the sovereign had changed many things, but the changing course of the water was what had altered his life forever.
By Lark Hanshanabout a year ago in Fiction
From The Moon Fell A Maiden
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. The icy water emptied, albeit in the wrong direction. Ancient mechanisms that sucked the water up like a straw, retreated the river into the exact centre of the discus that was the moon. The obnoxious noise of gears grinding deep from the moon’s bowels meant one thing; no water will fall. Clouds in the atmosphere will no longer collect the river like waiting servants with jars held high above their heads.
By Deasun T. Smythabout a year ago in Fiction
Searcher. Content Warning.
One hundred miles according to my GPS. Fitting. She's been gone a hundred days. I have proof here on my arms. One cut per day. A hundred inch long scars. Each a promise. It's almost midnight. 11:58 p.m. Time for one hundred and one.
By Andrew C McDonaldabout a year ago in Fiction
The Shadow Side (Chapter One)
This novel follows our protagonist, Haven, as she gets swept up into the mystery of a hidden realm home to everyone’s “shadow side,” a person who is their exact opposite in every way. These shadows want to capture and replace their “real” selves, since their realm has no free will — they are bound by the decisions of their alter egos.
By Steph Marieabout a year ago in Fiction
The Living Statues of Orthavos
"The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished," A soft melodious voice spoke quietly, as the sound of footsteps and water dripping echoed around the darkness in which the group was walking. The sting of ocean salt had stung their eyes as they went deeper into the cavern that they had taken a small boat to, off the coastal cliffs to the kingdom of Arataur.
By Hope Martinabout a year ago in Fiction
Castles in the Sky. Content Warning.
I remember the sparkle in those green eyes, the day we met. I recall the flash of her red hair in the sun and the way the freckles danced on her cheeks when she laughed. And that laugh – pure music. I learned what “lilting” meant that day.
By Dana Crandellabout a year ago in Fiction
Murphy The Swamp Monster
“Run!” I screamed, as the ground shifted and erupted around us. Still half stuck in the muck, I watched as the rest of our group, led by the glowing button, fled deeper into the forest. I held no blame for them because there was nothing they could do to save me. Large chunks of dense mud and sticks fell all around my position, completely cutting me off.
By Kale Sinclairabout a year ago in Fiction
