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The Eidolon
The rain pattered on the sidewalk in a steady drizzle, pooling below the curb. The veiled mist of night obscured the way ahead, only being pierced by the high beams of the occasional passing car.
Starlight Manor
“First things first,” the white-haired boy commands over his shoulder. His voice is imperious as always, firm with a jurisdiction well beyond his mere fourteen years. “Don’t ask questions.”
angela hepworthPublished 6 days ago in FictionThe first step
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WHATEVER HAPPENED TO ELLEN MARIE
WHATEVER HAPPENED TO ELLEN MARIE *** just had to know *** ++++++++++++ As Mike drove through the town he hadn’t seen in about twenty years, he wondered about those he’d left behind when he left for what he thought would be “greener pastures.” He wanted to make his mark on the world. Determination drove him and the little town of Meadowville wasn’t where he wanted to be.
Margaret BrennanPublished 6 days ago in FictionThe Road to Nowhere
Trigger warnings: Violence, Death. "May the Sun burn your tongue out, woman," Fredrick's father screamed the curse into his mother's ear as their elegant little carriage rumbled along, its polished wood and gilded trim glinting in the torchlight. They had just left the small village of Saffron and were on an unnamed road to the capital for the Royal wedding. Fredrick leaned back in his plush velvet seat to escape into the passing landscape, but across from him sat the servant boy, a scrappy lad named Jack. Jack's eyes held a mixture of awe and fear, the kind that only a commoner could feel in the presence of nobility. Jack looked up and caught Fredrick's gaze, offering him a sad little smile before reaching into his pocket and retrieving a little caramel treat. This candy was no doubt stolen from the kitchen treat cupboard; if he was caught with it, he would be locked in the box as punishment.
Frank EnglishPublished 6 days ago in FictionThe Ugliest Building
Mark Twain called the building I work in, “The ugliest building in America.” I agree. The Dwight D. Eisenhower Executive Office Building isn’t the largest in Washington, D.C., but its imposing façade makes it feel like it is. I work for the Office of E-Government and Information Technology. I have a satellite office in the bowels of this monstrosity. Working in this building gives us quick access to both the President and Vice-President because they also have offices here. This access may be why I’m in this situation, or maybe it’s the project I’m assigned to, or both.
Mark GagnonPublished 6 days ago in FictionShe loves me
She loved me. When I was small and my wee stayed to the paper. When I was rumpled skin and floppy big paws and big eyes looking up and waiting for her hands to find me, scooping me up and bringing me into her. And we were happy, so happy, so very, very happy. I was so happy to see her and danced my circles so she'd know how much I wanted nothing more than for her to hold me. I'd wrap, wiggle, wiggle and wrap my growing body with my bestest happy dance, slumping and kerplumping into her warm parts just like she liked me to. She was there and I was there, and we were there together, and it was perfect. Oh, how she loved me! We spent all our time together, playing inside, outside, up, down, going round and round. And she petted me and called me good girl when I made poops, and sometimes when I weed in her front yard or the neighbor's, and I was the best girl. For her, I really was! And she scratched me behind my ears, and it was heaven. I aowooo my joy! And she aowoooed hers too.
Christy MunsonPublished 7 days ago in FictionSins of the Reaper
Walking as rapidly as my bruised heel will allow, I begin to weep, barely able to suppress the desire to stop and let it all go, the sound of sirens rising to my ears as I round the block past my former apartment, my feet carrying me away from the only chapter in my past that I still clearly remember.
Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Fiction.
Solitude's Howl
In the heart of the dense forest, where ancient trees intertwined their branches like old friends holding hands, there lived a solitary white wolf. His name was Aeron, a creature of unmatched beauty with fur as pure as freshly fallen snow. Yet, his beauty was veiled by an aura of loneliness that lingered around him like a haunting melody.
Ekombe hauPublished about a minute ago in FictionLilith's Blessing 1
The sun shone on the expedition as the ladies fanned out and gathered material. Their three-month expedition, close to its finale. The women enjoyed the sun as much as possible. They gathered under a tree and ate lunch while two massive bald women protected them from any danger, with their axe like spears. Their dark facial tattoos stretched over their eyes and down their cheeks, but mismatched their pale skin.
Travis J. H.Published 4 minutes ago in FictionRiver's gift
Part I: The River's Gift The sun was beginning to set over the dense forest, casting a warm golden glow over the landscape. The river, which wound its way through the trees, shimmered under the fading light, reflecting the tranquil beauty of the scene. In this remote part of the world, far from any town or village, silence reigned, broken only by the gentle rustling of leaves and the soft murmur of the river.
Willow PeddyPublished 7 minutes ago in FictionThe shattered mirror
### The Shattered Mirror Once, in the quaint town of Alderwood, nestled between rolling hills and ancient forests, lived two childhood friends, Clara and James. Their bond was one forged in the fires of shared dreams and endless adventures, a friendship that seemed unbreakable to those who witnessed it.
Reader And ExplainerPublished 38 minutes ago in FictionPhantasia
There's this...projector inside my mind. I do not know where it came from, nor do I know how it works. It simply showed itself to me one day.
Anna BoisvertPublished about an hour ago in FictionThe secret place
In the quaint village of Eldoria, nestled between rolling hills and ancient forests, tales of a secret place had been passed down through generations. The villagers spoke of it in hushed tones, weaving stories of magic and wonder that filled the minds of children with dreams and the hearts of adults with a flicker of nostalgia for the unknown.
Reader And ExplainerPublished about an hour ago in FictionThe biggest truth
In the heart of a remote and serene village, nestled amidst ancient forests and surrounded by towering mountains, lived an elderly sage named Aria. This village, known as Eldoria, had a long-standing tradition of wisdom and tranquility, and it was here that people believed the greatest truths of the universe were revealed. Aria, with her silver hair flowing like a waterfall and eyes that seemed to hold the depths of the cosmos, was revered as the keeper of these truths.
Reader And ExplainerPublished about 2 hours ago in FictionThe mirror doesn't lie
### The Mirror Doesn’t Lie #### Chapter 1: Reflections Sarah stood in front of the old, ornate mirror that had been a fixture in her family’s home for generations. Its intricate, gilded frame whispered stories of a bygone era, and the glass, though slightly tarnished, held a peculiar clarity. She had always been fascinated by the mirror, convinced that it held more than just her reflection.
Reader And ExplainerPublished about 2 hours ago in Fiction
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