Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Fiction.
Chocolate cake
‘I love you the way I love chocolate cake.’ Tristan said. Cinzia laughed and blushed. The way he looked at her made her at once nervous and elated. Every moment together was a risk but, despite everything her intuition told her, she kept seeking him out. She had to be near him.
By Ashley Somogyi3 years ago in Fiction
My Only Mission
Journal Entry 1..... The beginning Okay so I've never journaled before so I'm not really sure how to start this entry but basically the world has ended and I am starting to panic because while the rest of humanity was wiped out and sent back to high heaven like the dinosaurs, I was shocked looking for some way to survive and by the grace of god I was spared along with only about a few thousand other people.
By kathryn dunyon3 years ago in Fiction
Stuck in the Eternal Traffic Jam
The year is 3034. I have been stuck in this traffic jam for three weeks now. If you want to know how and why you find this letter, and myself, stuck in what I know to be an eternal traffic jam, by all means read on. But I warn you now that what you learn here can never be unlearnt.
By Megan Kingsbury3 years ago in Fiction
Future Unknown
Trash littered the streets of New San Francisco while people were trudging amongst each other attempting to make a day’s living selling scraps and possibly stolen items. Ida kept to herself as she snuggled deeper in her heavy cloak, hood drawn and looking down. Even if she looked up, the hood was so deep and dark it would be hard to see her face except for her curly, brown hair.
By Laurel Lujan3 years ago in Fiction
Be free
A man pushed the array of handwritten papers and photographs to the edge of the weathered table. Moving slowly, as if held down by invisible muck, he retrieved a yellowed glass box from the side of the room, long absolved by darkness. Not a single roach had rustled in vast rooms of once glorious apartment, not a single spider had remained in long forgotten corners, leaving behind intricate fringes of lacy webs to collect dust and desolation. Only the restless, ghostly Echo still roamed here, tormented by the stuffiness of rooms, filled with decaying antiquities. It devised a game: Echo mimicked the hollow sound of water drop, playfully flicked the tin pan, resonated onto the gilded edge of a wood carved mirror, sticking out from underneath a filthy cloth and... died off reaching the end of the wavelength. "Good effort!" Re-assured itself Echo- "Maybe next time I can shoot further, behind what used to be the bedroom, maybe.. just maybe, I can stretch the soundwave past the velvet baldachin of his odious bed and then.... I can reach the window and break free!" But every time the heavy folds of thick velvet would gently embrace Echo, hollowly absorbing it. And sedated, Echo dwelled in plush prison, lulled to sleep by the whispers of creasing fabric.
By Salomé Saffiri3 years ago in Fiction
JACK OF DIAMONDS
Agatha stepped out into the bright afternoon light, looking up at the clear blue sky. She saw a lark floating lazily on the air thermals, and she found herself watching it; remembering Vaughan Williams’s The Lark Ascending, she began humming to herself . It was the piece she’d been learning on the violin, but that came to an end now that the violin had been stolen.
By ben woestenburg3 years ago in Fiction
Scorched
The dying rays of the evening sun cut across the dust-covered remnants of the apartment. Thin lines of hazy smoke wafting from the light-scorched floor, blackened from the eternal rotation of the sun. The light illuminating a metal locket, once a beautiful gold, long since faded. A crack, thin and winding, etched its way from the hinge, ending its jagged path near the center. Swiftly, a sunburnt hand reached from the shadows, pulling the locket into the darkness as the metal began to heat, the skin almost instantly starting to singe and burn.
By Sovereign Scholar3 years ago in Fiction
Eyes for Elsewhere
Night had fallen, and from his place atop the watchtower, Storm saw Metanoia come alive. The city was an expanse of colorful neon signs, holograms, and restless citizens. And even though he had lived among them his entire life, they always felt miles away. Dancing to a beat he refused to follow. He imagined the day every deception pooled to the ground like curtains stripped of purpose. Then, all eyes would see that there was more to the world than the happenings within the walled city. But as he overlooked all he had ever known, he accepted that he was swimming against the current.
By Hannah Moore3 years ago in Fiction