Fan Fiction
"Echoes of the Deep Sea's Whispers"
"Chapter-One" "Jason was a Young man of the ocean, but not the kind who chased Hollywood cameras. Jason was a rogue marine biologist, built like a mountain, with long, wild brown curls and tattooed arms weathered by salt
By Vicky 'A' Blevins Reavisa day ago in Fiction
Purpose of Visit
The badge still works. You didn't think it would. You sat in the parking lot for eleven minutes with the engine off, watching the sodium lights buzz over two empty spaces stenciled RESERVED — CG and RESERVED — CSM, and you told yourself the system would have caught it by now. Forty-one days. Somebody in the S-1 shop would have clicked a box. Some contractor in a building you've never seen would have run a script, and your name would have gone gray in a database the way names do.
By Charles V Sasser Jr2 days ago in Fiction
"You Are Here...?"
"The roar of the twin V-twin engines isn’t just something you hear; it is a violent, rhythmic thumping vibrating directly inside your ribcage. Your fingers are white-knuckled, cramping as you clutch the cold metal frame of the choppers. Your boots are wedged precariously between two massive Harley-Davidsons flying down a deserted desert highway in a terrifyingly tight formation under a surreal full moon.
By Vicky 'A' Blevins Reavis5 days ago in Fiction
The Wrong Room at the Right Time
You don’t know how you ended up in this room. You weren’t looking for it. You weren’t even looking for him. You were just walking — down a hallway, through a door, across a threshold — and suddenly you’re somewhere you’ve never been before, somewhere that feels private in a way that makes your skin prickle.
By Syl De'Vil5 days ago in Fiction
Stitch: The lore of Sara Foxgrave.
Sara didn’t even know why she went out there that morning. She told herself it was just curiosity, just wanting to see how far the construction crew had gotten on the new house, but really it was because she hadn’t come back here since she returned. Not once. The old willow tree still hunched over the hill like it was guarding Lake Downing, its branches rattling in the cold wind, whispering the same secrets they used to whisper when she and Birdi climbed it and pretended they were queens of the whole damn world. The lake hadn’t changed at all. But she had. It felt smaller now, or maybe she did.
By Syl De'Vil6 days ago in Fiction
An Adventure in Succinctness: A Four-story Micro Fiction Collection
Introduction to a New Genre Once upon a time in the late 90s, I picked up a book that had a profound influence on me. It was a short anthology with a tad over 100 pages. However, within the book there were 101 stories that were 56 words in length, but each carried the impact of a full-length novel. In addition, they ran the gamut of being funny, sad or terrifying.
By Dean Traylor8 days ago in Fiction
