Fantasy
The Cabin
The tires crunch underneath us as we drive up the icy gravel path, my hand in yours where it belongs. The snow-capped pines part before us, revealing our destination at long last. The cabin looks rustic and beautiful, like a life-sized gingerbread cottage dusted heavily with powdered sugar. It's so quiet and peaceful all the way up here, away from the noise of the city... away from all the things that don't really matter. It's been a long drive, and I know you're tired, but I can already tell from the sparkle in your eye that it was worth the trip up.
Natalie GrayPublished about an hour ago in Fiction
The Iron Box
It was early one spring morning, and the day started like any other. Orem Wilkins woke up, washed up, and put on his robes. He then ran his fingers through his hair, not smoothing it down, but going for the mad scientist look for which he was known. Once he was dressed and prepared, he left his house and walked across the dirt road as the sun was just starting to creep up. On the small but well built building was inscribed the words ‘The Professor Is’ with a sign hanging underneath it. He flipped the sign from ‘Out’ to ‘In’, then snapped his fingers, unlocking the doors with a simple act of magic.
FFR StoriesPublished about an hour ago in FictionThe Hidden Ones of Old
"When in the height heaven was not named, And the earth beneath did not yet bear a name, And the primeval Apsu, who begat them,
Emily Marie ConcannonPublished about 3 hours ago in Fiction
Dark Bee The Soul Of Envy
1906, Isle of Wight (United Kingdom). Your sister Harriet has brought you with her on a trip to The Isle, which in itself is quite exceptional. Used to living inland, you are now surrounded by sea. Besides, your family could have never afforded to come to this prized resort, with its micro-climate, baths, soft yellow sand and beautifully trimmed grasslands renowned for its beehives. A beautiful picture indeed, were it not for your sister's husband, Wilbur. The boat trip was rocky, at least by your terrestrial standards, although your brother-in-law made a point of clapping your shoulder with a condescending "Stop whining so, Leslie, the sea is calm today!"
Claire GuérinPublished about 4 hours ago in Fiction
Written in the Cards
The Arrival A drone anonymously delivers a mysterious package to your doorstep. It's late. If it hadn't been for your dog barking at the porch security light flickering on, you would have ignored it. There's a sigh as you roll the blanket reluctantly from your legs.
Lauren TurnerPublished about 7 hours ago in Fiction
Governors Retreat
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. It was just me and my secretary. I had told my wife I was going up there on business. I just didn’t tell her what kind of business.
Alex H MittelmanPublished about 12 hours ago in FictionThe Special Package-Part 2
Winter is getting closer to the season. I cannot believe this is happening. Ok, this is getting even more weird in a good way. It has been going on every day, every week, and every month. Here's an example. It was several months ago, in the summer, when Izumi and her girlfriend, Helen, had some exams during summer school. On that day, Izumi and Helen had a mysterious box from Ran. It was just the special self-care package. I can tell how exams and other issues from school can still be stressful, even in college. Both Ran and Izumi are Mio’s sisters.
Meghan LeVaughnPublished about 13 hours ago in Fiction
Stars and Scars in the Dark
I watched from the withered wicker of the rocking chair as the drone arrived, delivered its bearing, and retreated into the space beyond the clouds from whence it came. It took me some time to even consider it, the package in question, as I consciously avoided scattered memories from this exact space, as I did frequently with task after task, or sedating mixture of tea leaves. Though in all the instances before, in which I drank my steaming nectar from a fired ceramic mug, I had not yet seen such an occurrence of visitor and courier. We remained there, myself and this delivery, eyeing each other down across a long lonely porch and steamy barrier, for a long while it seemed until I sighed that wall of vapor to ruin and placed its source upon the sturdy table that often bore it as a crown.
Austin CoxPublished about 14 hours ago in FictionThe Escape
Anna was about to go to her room with her grilled cheese someone rang the doorbell. Her brow furrowed as she wondered who it could be. She wasn’t expecting anyone. She hadn’t planned on doing anything today other than relaxing after a long week of work in her comfy socks. Perhaps it was for one of her roommates? None of them were here though. Anna was the only one here this weekend.
Rebecca PattonPublished about 17 hours ago in Fiction
Twin Box
From the Personal Journal and Factual Record of Events of and involving Stanly H. McGee Jr. 1 – Too Late The doorbell rang but I did not hear it. I was too busy trying to find my keys. I was late. Not just a little late, but truly and terribly late. It was my first day at a new job and I was going to late. I felt like this was one of those things that happened in story, maybe some sort of sitcom, except this was not funny, not funny at all. If this were a sitcom, then some hilarious hijinks would ensue but, in the end, it would all work out. I would even walk away with a new love interest, a friendship that would be cultivated into something deeper over an excruciatingly long time. Like two or three seasons at least.
Zachary AgmanPublished about 17 hours ago in FictionThe Mysterious Delivery
When the package dropped onto my doorstep, I was at the very least surprised. On second thought, "surprised" is a bit of an understatement The damn drone almost dropped the stupid thing right on top of my head as I was walking out the door. I was already incredibly late for work, and getting almost decapitated by a delivery drone did not do much to brighten my mood.
Natalie GrayPublished about 21 hours ago in Fiction"Did you hear that?"
3:00 a.m. in May “Did you hear that?” I whisper, gently shaking my sleeping husband awake; I think I heard the doorbell,”
S.N. EvansPublished about 22 hours ago in Fiction
