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Most recently published stories in Fiction.
The Man On The Train
Tap, tap, tap... The tapping was constant and annoying. Somehow it rose above all the chatter and clanking and rustling of the usual noise of the morning commuter train. She sat a bit straighter in her usual seat. A window seat with her briefcase placed on the empty seat next to her, looking at no one, speaking to no one. She always sat at the same seat on the same train 5 days a week to work and back,
By Susan Lewis3 years ago in Fiction
In the Cage of a Dream's Lament
It was the perfect life. Trella lived for the moments when she stood in a ballroom, hushed voices rising over the music that provided an ambiance absent from ordinary life. Even when she was not dancing, she liked to close her eyes and just bask in the soft percussion and the trill of a violin. And, no matter how much she wandered or frolicked among the gathered guests, her feet never ached.
By Jillian Spiridon3 years ago in Fiction
Raven's Sacrifice
Once Raven was white, from the tip of her beak to the tip of her tail and the points of her claws. Though she was a bird of the earth, her pale colouring meant she could mingle with the spirits of the heavens; the angels and daemons of the bright, bright skies; those from whose lips poetry sprang, and whose songs carried a beauty so exquisite all who heard them wept. Raven spent many a day and night with these beings, watching as they drank the sparkling waters from the Well of Inspiration, listening as they gave voice to their creations. Sometimes she joined with them, for hers was a sweet song, and many stopped to hear her music.
By Heather Ewings3 years ago in Fiction
Weathered
I ran inside with mascara and eyeliner smeared down my face. “Get in the basement!” I yelled to Edgar, my husband of 30 years. He looked confused as he began to ask what was wrong. “Edgar, there’s no time. Get in the basement or you will die!” Edgar considered my words for a moment before deciding to listen to me. I don’t think I’d ever seen him run before, but he was running now.
By Brandy Enn3 years ago in Fiction
Lotus coming out of crystal-clear water
Once chatting with my old classmates, he said: "Looking at these greasy women around me reminds me of Tan Wenke's classmates. She is really a lotus in clear water." I can't help but sigh that this male student's words are really appropriate. "Lotus comes out of clear water" is often used by trendy love novels or small fresh meat to express the highest praise for girls. Such an abstract word falls into reality, only Tan Wenke.
By Gottlieb Lyle3 years ago in Fiction
Boulder Rolling
A writer sat down at his computer desk, coffee pot in hand, to begin again at the job of his latest story assignment. He had been awake all through the previous night, pounding madly at his keys, until his knuckles were sore, only to reach what he thought was the end. Upon rereading, however, he realized there was some inconsistency in plot, or flaw in character, that he just could not live with.
By Synecdoche3 years ago in Fiction