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Stories in Fiction that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
I AM
This is not who I thought I would be. Before my family was captured and forced into slavery, I had aspirations of becoming a wealthy business owner or possibly a scholar and philosopher. Becoming a warrior was the furthest thing from my mind. Unfortunately, our Roman conquerors had other plans.
Mark GagnonPublished a day ago in FictionOne Minute to Noon
“OK, guys!” I screech over the macaw-like chatter in my sophomore English class. My students are sharing mementos they accumulated during summer vacation. The assignment is to interview each other and write an expository essay about another student’s treasure: Misty’s coquina shells and sand dollars from Florida, Ruth’s two Navajo pottery mugs from New Mexico, Roxy’s perfume from Paris, Kevin’s chocolate from Hershey Pennsylvania, a picador’s sword from a bullfight in San Fermin Spain, where one of my favorite students, Manny Pérez, ran with the bulls at festival.
Lacy Loar-GruenlerPublished 4 days ago in FictionWe'z Walking on a Path Ruled By Numbers
This road has felt endless, yet limited; every step tracked. Inching away along this path, I feel trapped. Confined. Left to this narrow passage that may one day amount to something greater. Time is not a concept. Only distance. From start to finish, I laugh and cry and attempt to convince myself that this is worth it. I cannot stray. I must keep going. Every step etched, is a step taken, is measured as more than before. I cannot even recall how I got here. Maybe I don’t even really exist. Just another tick marking off a perceived presence. Of what though? I am just another line drawn. Nothing more, nothing less.
Oneg In The ArcticPublished 2 days ago in FictionElements
Elements D. A. Ratliff Aeris stood upon the hilltop overlooking the carnage occurring in the valley. She watched the village burn, and the peasants’ screams drew her breath away as she tried to give them life.
D. A. RatliffPublished 3 days ago in FictionThe Golden Valley
The difference between light and dark could be as quick and simple as a flip of a switch, the drawing of a curtain, the opening of one’s eyes. It could be more gradual like the slow adjustment of the diaphragm on a microscope, the turn of a planet on its axis, the growing light as you approach the end of a tunnel. A flicker in the dark, a steady glow in the distance, a flash in the night sky.
Alyssa NicolePublished 2 days ago in FictionFinal Call
She flings her arms around my neck and squeezes me like she’s never going to let me go. My head spins as her lips brush against my cheek. She must be able to feel my heart thumping in my chest. I shuffle backwards and ram my hands into my coat pockets, watching her reach down and heave the rucksack across her shoulders.
Caroline CravenPublished 3 days ago in FictionThe Good Samaritan
"But I don't know how to drive!" "Please! You have to help me!" "I've only ever been in a go-kart! There's too many pedals!"
Rachel DeemingPublished 6 days ago in FictionThe Abominable No-Meatman
So, I had an idea. I was wondering if Pennywise the dancing clown went vegan because he wanted to befriend humanity, what would he eat? Would there be food options for him, or would he have to starve just to be put in a better light with us humans. So I’ve created a special restaurant and menu just for him. This way, if Pennywise were to become vegan, he wouldn’t have to get creative with his dietary choices, I’ve done it for him. I’ve taken the work out of going vegan on his behalf! Here is a special restaurant and menu I made just for our friend, Pennywise!
Alex H MittelmanPublished 4 days ago in Fiction
Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Fiction.
The Rise of the Crimson Bloom
In the heart of ancient Persia, where the sands whispered tales of forgotten civilizations, a kingdom thrived amidst the arid expanse. Here, beneath the scorching sun and the endless stretch of dunes, a saga of love, betrayal, and mystical reckoning unfolded.
Muhammad Sarmad RazzaqPublished 6 minutes ago in FictionThe Last Grain of Elyria
In the vast expanse of the Elyrian Desert, where the sun dipped into the horizon and painted the sky with hues of crimson and gold, there existed a peculiar grain of sand. This was no ordinary grain, for it held the secrets of the ancient world within its infinitesimal structure. The grain, known as Zephyr, was said to possess the essence of the desert itself – its whispers carried the stories of forgotten civilizations, its texture reflected the shifting sands and its core pulsed with the rhythm of the desert's heartbeat.
Muhammad Sarmad RazzaqPublished 18 minutes ago in FictionUnraveling the riddles of the Bermuda triangle
The Bermuda Triangle: a domain of whispers, where ships disappear without a follow, planes vanish into lean discuss, and reality obscures with myth. What lies underneath the surface of this puzzling extend of sea, where the boundaries of the known world appear to break down? Connect us as we set out on a travel to reveal the truth behind the legends of the Bermuda Triangle.
Frank AsherPublished 30 minutes ago in FictionMelodies of the Wildwood
Deep within the verdant heart of the Feygrove, Lyra's enchanting melodies danced among the ancient boughs. Her ethereal voice caressed every leaf, coaxing forth vibrant blossoms with each note.
Muhammad Sarmad RazzaqPublished 30 minutes ago in FictionCan money make happiness
Relationship between capitalist and happiness is a imperishable subject of debate, reflecting the complex interplay between material wealth and emotional well- being. While conventional wisdom constantly suggests that capitalist can indeed buy happiness, a near examination reveals a nuanced and multifaceted relationship. At its utmost introductory position, capitalist serves as a means to fulfill fundamental mortal conditions.
vinoth kumarPublished about an hour ago in FictionThe Sands of Eternity
In the heart of the Sahara Desert, where the dunes stretched as far as the eye could see, there lived a nomadic tribe unlike any other. These were the Guardians of the Sands, a people whose very existence was intertwined with the desert's secrets, its whispers carried on the relentless winds.
Muhammad Sarmad RazzaqPublished about 2 hours ago in FictionAngel Of Death
Angel of Death That is what they call me, the name they know me as I don't kill people, or harm them, they do that to themselves. I may put them on the patch and give them ideas, but I have never harmed a person or an animal. I am not dangerous.
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished about 2 hours ago in FictionThe Forgotten Melody
In a world where time seemed to stand still, a small village nestled in the heart of the Appalachian Mountains remained untouched by the relentless march of modernity. Here, among the ancient oaks and the whispers of the wind, lived Caleb Woodson, a man whose soul was as deeply rooted in the land as the towering pines that surrounded him.
Muhammad Sarmad RazzaqPublished about 2 hours ago in Fiction
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