Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Fiction.
Fallen
You know of the girl in the moon right? That’s a question I hear by my bedside. Every so often. Nearly every night. The room goes quiet and still or so I’ve been told because that’s how the story goes.
Telicia DariusPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Heart Lottery
I’d been dreading this day my whole life. Well, at least once I was old enough to be told what would happen the 16th year on the date of my birth. I can’t remember exactly how old I was, but it was somewhere between six and seven. My mother made it seem almost like a fairy tale. It wasn’t until I got older that I discovered the grim reality of it all.
Jude LiebermannPublished 3 years ago in FictionShe So Wishes It Didn't
The world still turns. The seasons still come, and the seasons still go. Autumn changes the color of the leaves, and with winter comes the cold and the snow. In spring, the world cheers at the sight of blossoming flowers and new beginnings. And then in summer, laughter fills and lingers in the air. The world still turns.
Author Alice VLPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Reign of the Demon Queen
The black, toiling skies stretched into the distance—a never ending oppression. There was nowhere to run, not anymore. The Demon Queen would choke the world with her hatred unless Johnnie could achieve the impossible this day.
Claude McKennaPublished 3 years ago in FictionThomas
Yesterday she was here. I was counting the freckles on her back, mapping out the constellations that fell between them. I was kissing her neck and pouring hot coffee and things were sweet.
amy stewartPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Baby Bureau
Dea and Mort headed over to the Baby Bureau. They’d just finished their bio tests, plus they’d had their application installed in their frontal lobes to monitor their mental suitability for Bonding Officer training. Now for the final hurdle. Interview time!
SARAH STEWARTPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Last Mission to the Vandals
I swallowed the heart-shaped locket without a sliver of hesitation. The Vandals encircled me like grotesque effigies, sunken eyes gleaming within druidic headdresses of petrified flesh and bone. They rifled through my possessions in silence – the Southern Vandals had long lost their capacity for speech in the Great Undoing. Speculation ranged from industrial solvent abuse to mass vaporization of the vocal cords via atomic shockwave. The truth, however, remained elusive. Even voiceless, they were a people dreaded for their wanton brutality.
J. M. ThompsonPublished 3 years ago in FictionA Bitter End
1 year ago She stood tall upon the balcony, eyes shining wide as majestic flames engulfed her city below. They hadn’t believed in her power. No, instead they had belittled her, dismissed her as nothing but a fragile and naive woman destined to remain obedient by the side of a man - a man who would be worth more to society than she ever could be. But now, as their cries of pain shattered through the air, the immense heat penetrating their flesh and dissipating every fibre of their beings, she knew she was powerful. She had finally made them see. Her hands remained steady on the railing, teeth glistening like pearlescent snow as she smiled. For the first time in her life, she was truly satisfied. It was an end, an end to the prejudice, discrimination, injustice and abuse that had plagued her city and sucked out all humanity like a leech. An end to the cruelty that had spread and contaminated the minds of the inhabitants. This would be the rebirth of a nation. Her nation, built in her vision. A nation where all would be pure and there would be no darkness. She would make sure of it.
You Can't Keep a Good Dog Down
The dog's howl cut through my sleep and had me instantly awake. I opened my eyes and made out a dark shape standing on my bed. Totally disorientated, I flailed out with my hand and managed to hit the light switch. The light revealed a large Springer Spaniel standing on my bed.
Robert Michael WarrPublished 3 years ago in FictionKim
A wartime army camp is no place for a little girl. It's no place for any child, but it didn't stop the children from coming.
Nigh To Tears
“She’s staring at me again,” Crow said, glaring across the room. “Why does she do that?” “Because you’re funny lookin’,” Light replied, turning up his bottle to chug back his beer. “Hard to look away from...whatever’s going on with your face.”
Amanda JohnstonPublished 3 years ago in FictionTar Sands Monster
Heavy haul driver Ron Ross got a nasty surprise on the job today and was lucky to walk away in one piece. After receiving a load from the shovel he began driving back down to the wall to unload, when he heard a very loud banging noise coming from the back of the truck.
Mark O'NeillPublished 3 years ago in Fiction