Fiction
Calling all Ernest Hemingways, Toni Morrisons, Stephen Kings, Octavia Butlers, and James Baldwins of the world - Fiction is the place for your stories to run wild.
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Stories in Fiction that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
The Pastel Prairie
He came back to himself at the top of the rise. This hill, he knew, was the horizon he had seen his horse disappearing over. At first glance at what lay beyond, he drooped. The view was the same in front as behind, except the horizon was a whole lot farther away again. He had no idea how long it had taken him to get to this one; the journey had seemed plodding and endless.
Mark E. CutterPublished 3 days ago in FictionI Sing To Them
I sing to them, the dear little children. With my feet. There is something about the sound that twists around inside their adorable heads and pulls all the right switches. I sing into the mist curling through the forest, and I can feel, in my gut and blood and bones, how it reaches them in their dreams.
L.C. SchäferPublished 3 days ago in FictionI Promise
I wasn’t even going to go to the party that night. There had been some people yelling and waving signs on the corner by my apartment this past week, the usual bigotted nonsense, and I didn’t want to deal with them. The only reason I ended up leaving was because Gemma forced her way through my front door and refused to leave my living room until I put on “real people clothes” and came out with her.
Katie JohnsonPublished 3 years ago in FictionAnshumi
Before the sky exploded into light there was only chaos. An impenetrable void of misery and darkness. For countless millennia it swirled in a whirlpool of embryonic potential. From its suffering, Ellowyn emerged triumphant, the eternal foundation. Birthed from disorder, her power was infinite. Her soul the guardian of existence. Her delicate hands would mould the darkness.
Celia in UnderlandPublished 11 days ago in FictionTwo Bus Tickets
Jeremy sat on a bench outside the bus station while the snow fell softly. Holding two tickets to the city in his hand, his heart was pounding. He used his savings to buy the tickets, and they would live off the rest. He looked at his watch, wondering where Colt was. They were supposed to meet at the bus stop fifteen minutes ago, and Colt wasn’t there yet.
J. Delaney-HowePublished about a month ago in FictionThe Business of Nature
Dew drops reflected the light of the sun. The inhabitants of Whispering Woods woke up to the golden droplets of water on the leaves of the flora. The oaks particularly enjoyed the light and the maples did, too. Happiness enveloped all who lived there, even the rocks that cried out in the night delighted in the morning.
Skyler SaundersPublished 4 days ago in FictionBridge Over Troubled Water
At 29, you'd think I would have felt an overabundance of emotion by now. But, I haven’t. Each day, I maneuvered mechanically neither awake nor sleep. My life has been one dimensional and gray. It's been lukewarm. And it's essence has completely passed me by. My name is Gabriel. And this is my story.
Jennifer DavidPublished 4 days ago in FictionT w o - F a c e d
"For now on, "Suki Kawaza" is you." She caresses her check with both hands. "I don't want you to die." "I'm going to be a beautiful ghost, Suki."
Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Fiction.
Unsportsmanlike!
“This has to be a dream, and everything will return to normal once I wake up.” Of course, Aaron knew he was lying to himself, but what else did he have left? His former life felt more like a fairy tale than reality, so why couldn’t this lie be real? For the hundredth time, he would mentally revisit the events that placed him in this situation. Maybe, just maybe, an overlooked detail would emerge. Could it be that simple?
Mark GagnonPublished about an hour ago in FictionWorld in Tatters Ch. 28
If looks could kill, Jonathan Luther would be a corpse by now. Chris rushes across the room, muscles tensed. He may not be very large or outwardly muscular, but with the look in his eye, I would not want to be the target of his rage. Luther barely seems to register the boy coming at him. There’s no recognition for the wretch he sold into slavery a year ago.
Kevin BarkmanPublished about 2 hours ago in FictionLike For Like
The trees were unhappy with good reason. While they were not normally aggressive and definitely peace-loving, they knew that had to be their own main priority and always looked out for themselves and each other.
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished about 3 hours ago in FictionLily and Her Grandfather's Ghost
Once upon a time, in a small town nestled among the hills, lived a young girl named Lily. Lily, a curious and adventurous soul, always eager to explore the world’s mysteries. One day, her grandfather passed away, leaving Lily heartbroken and longing for his wise words and comforting presence. Lily was very close to her grandfather. He was teaching Lily the ways of a shaman when he passed. She missed his wise words and storytelling. She held onto her memories of her time with him for dear life. As if she would die if she forgot one moment she had spent with him. A testament to their bond.
Brenda FluhartyPublished about 3 hours ago in FictionAlice
Alice, a girl of eight years old, went into the Dering Woods. Her heart pounded out of her chest. She was running away from her mother, who'd been scolding her about her lack of manners at the dinner table last night.
Kendrick PorterPublished about 3 hours ago in FictionOn the Day of the Hunt (VI)
I aim to write these so that you can enjoy them as stand alone stories, or one after the other. If you'd like to do the latter (they're all very short):
L.C. SchäferPublished about 3 hours ago in FictionWinslow Woods
We are the Winslow Woods. And we have been here for more years than we have really been bothered to count. During this time, we have seen hundreds of creatures come through. Animals that live here along with humans that briefly pass through. Sometimes taking pieces of us to use for either shelter, firewood, or other things. None of which really bothered us in the slightest bit. It just how things are.
Raphael FontenellePublished about 3 hours ago in FictionThe Enchanted Forest Painting
In the heart of the city, stood The Grand Galerie Des Rêves (Gallery of Dreams). This, its marble façade, adorned with intricate carvings and mysterious symbols. Within its walls, treasures from strange civilizations lay in silent rest, waiting for curious eyes to discover their secrets.
Noted MomentsPublished about 3 hours ago in Fiction
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