Top Stories
Stories in Fiction that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
The Golden Chef
That night feels like a lifetime ago. I remember my skin slick from the rain like oil suffocating me, burning my eyes, soaking into my pores. I was a walking natural disaster - the moment the dirt feels soft underfoot before the landslide, or the ripple of water before the earthquake tears a building asunder.
By Eloise Robertson about a year ago in Fiction
Rook
There had always been powers that were more accepted than others, and the world had never been kind to people it feared. Foolishly, Rook thought people would see beyond his power, but even his parents thought someone with mind control could never be trusted.
By Samantha Smithabout a year ago in Fiction
No Greater Hive of Scum and Villainy
She crawled out of the ooze of endless bureaucracy... A week's long stay in the hospital couldn't kill her. The poking, the prodding, the needles, the beeping machines, the tasteless meals, the flapping gown with her nether regions slapping in the wind - they transformed her into something not recognizable. Quack doctors coming in to sneak fees onto her bill for “consultations.” The experimental drugs, the interruptions of sleep cycle... Come on, people, no one needs to be woken up that bleeping early for meds!
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Fiction
Velum
Liss had not been assigned to a watch shift since the new captain had taken charge. When she used to take her turn, she always asked for the window that stretched from twilight through dawn. She would begin the shift with her belly stretched across the bow, head over the side, watching for haloes of bioluminescence to indicate the wildlife below. In addition to the size of the cloud of light, the changes in shape could show her the difference between the jerky forward pulse of a nocturnal squid and the glide of a sleek whale. At times, it was almost as if a spiral staircase descended into the depths. Nobody else could ever see it, though. At that time of night, there weren’t very many people around to try.
By Penny Fullerabout a year ago in Fiction
The Bachelor
Henry spent a lot of time worrying. His job was frustrating and seemed mostly meaningless. His body was gradually changing in perfectly ordinary, embarrassing ways: time and biology were conspiring to turn him into his father's lazy twin. His friends were dwindling in number. Their conversations were mostly about children and spouses. They seemed charming at first, if a bit formulaic, but quickly devolved into conspiratorial whispering or angry complaining about the gulf between how things were supposed to be and how they actually were.
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Fiction
Rusalka. Runner-up in Overboard Challenge.
On this midsummer morning the lake is a sheet of silver under the rising sun and the air smells of lingonberries and wild roses. Water laps at the sides of Dima’s little boat as we glide across the lake, eyeing each other like two wolves circling a kill.
By Jean McKinneyabout a year ago in Fiction
The Ship Pheonix
We came for different reasons. Some of us were sad, some were frustrated, and some were just tired of living the same everyday life. Whatever our motivations, we all answered the ad. Looking for a getaway? Has life got you down? Need an escape? Take a cruise on the Phoenix. I don't think any of us still alive know if those words were a gift or a curse.
By The Invisible Writerabout a year ago in Fiction
The Righter
Mike was still too flabbergasted to think straight. He led a boring, nondescript life, worked a boring job as a convenience store clerk, and had no significant impact on the world around him. Why would he, of all people be given this opportunity? And why had they all just shown up at the store?
By Dana Crandellabout a year ago in Fiction
Asphalt
The motorcycle rattled underneath gloved palms. Another patch of gravel. The road that had been perfectly paved asphalt was now closer to the elegance of a towpath than a modern street. Alex’s front wheel jerked to the left as he narrowly drove past a pothole deep enough to swallow the front wheel of the sleek black Yamaha and leave a corpse for dawn to handle. Some poor sap would uncover what was left, he thought. Some poor dumbass who was out for a stroll would stumble across a crushed body full of rocks and branches and mud and he would be the cause of a heart attack.
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Fiction
