Short Story

The Dawning
The sun rose on the waning gibbous moon, and man confessed he was not the key. Praise be to the Heavenly Hosts above, for out of man's mouth truth has flowed.
By Anne R.3 years ago in Fiction
A Sitting Duck. Top Story - January 2024. Content Warning.
This story was written for Mackenzie Davis' Ekphrastic Challenge. I’ve got a shotgun tucked into my canoe. It’s not my gun. I hate guns. I borrowed this one from my uncle. He’ll get it back after I blow my brains out.
By Leslie Writes3 years ago in Fiction
A Drabble Here and a Drabble There!
I Have a Shorter Future Than Many ! Is it wrong to talk about this? Some think so. Fiction Shorts - Random Word Drabble - Future
By Denise E Lindquist3 years ago in Fiction
The Blood Jewel. Runner-Up in Misplaced Challenge. Content Warning.
The only qualm I have with my grave is that I cannot hear the sea. In all other aspects it’s really quite pleasant, at least in my imagination. I haven’t actually seen the place where I’m buried, since sight and other such senses have long ago been ripped from me, so I’m free to construct my surroundings as I see fit.
By M. A. Mehan 3 years ago in Fiction
The Many Lives of Akirrel
The cadence of the two warriors echoed through the dry desert air as blades clashed, leaving the impression of a beautiful yet violent dance. It ended as soon as it began; Akirrel once again became the victor. Another lifeless body lay before him, and another faceless soul fool enough to battle one of the Never Enders, discovered the eternal dream. The nameless swordsman now joined the ranks of countless mortals who defied those who can never die.
By Ben Soto3 years ago in Fiction
The Flashlight (Part Two) 2024
Here is the link to The Flashlight (Part One) for those of you who may have not read it yet. The Flashlight (Part Two) It's 6 a.m. on Tuesday morning. Isidoro Bellio has been awake for 20 minutes. He's dressed in his sweatsuit and running shoes ready to take his jog through his middle-class suburban neighborhood in Santa Ana, California.
By Rick Henry Christopher 3 years ago in Fiction
But Doctor
"But Doctor, he is not man he use to be! Jillian explained to the marriage councilor as John sat looking down at his hands gently rubbing each other. John had looked up the best in the field. DoctorMax's dissertation had been on PSTD. He truly thought that Doctor Max could help Jillian understand. His hopes were quickly slipping away.
By Juanita Pearce3 years ago in Fiction
Mara & Elaine. Content Warning.
Her first grandchild! Elaine's son was beaming with pride as he brought the five month old baby girl to show his mother. He didn't know exactly what her response would be. She was only forty years old and having the time of her life after her divorce, every weekend spent dancing and laughing with friends. And Michael wasn't married to the baby's mother. "Would she accept her?" he prayed that she would.
By Shirley Belk3 years ago in Fiction
The Tinder Date
There I lay, in the dark, in cold as the gusty wind howled and caressed my face. I can hear the silent, yet loud breeze, as the leaves rustles along with the loud echos of crickets or where they? Crickets I thought… Now why the hell would I be hearing crickets? Last thing I remember was walking to the bar to meet Tom. You see, Tom was a new guy I was speaking to – well dating if you will. We had met whilst doing what people do, scrolling on tinder. He is charming, kind, he is sweet, he was persistent. We’d been speaking for about a month, but never met. Why? you must be thinking… Well he’s been living abroad, he was an Engineer and was currently located in Dubai – but he was moving back to the UK and our plan was when he got back, our life would begin officially – well our dating life of course. And that’s what was meant to be happening today, now. But here I am.
By Rasheeda Loves3 years ago in Fiction
Selma or Else. Content Warning.
Hi, my name is Selma. I am a 20 year old young Black female who has joined the associates of Dr. Martin Luther King in their march from Selma, Alabama to Montgomery, Alabama. It’s funny isn’t it, I’m marching to a place that I was named after to take part in a protest that is dedicated to helping people like me. We as African Americans have only been free for barely a century and yet we are still just as oppressed as when they first brought us here in chains. Dr. Martin Luther King and his wife Coretta are two leaders in our community who have been at the forefront of our fight for freedom, justice, and equality.
By Joe Patterson3 years ago in Fiction
Square Peg
The stink of brewing coffee overwhelmed the air, stirred by a fresh breeze from the window. The kids ate cereal, or, in the case of the youngest, dumped it out on to the floor. Their mother sighed and mopped it up, her kind voice carrying an edge honed by hourly wakings and an early start.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
The Reviled Soldier
Ethereal hands stretched out before me. Astonished, I try to move them as if they were my own and realized that they were mine. I focus past the transparent arms and see a decrepit and emancipated old body of a man. His hair had long since gone and he was laying on a bed of straw in a place that amounted to nothing more than a mud house.
By Kei Gunn3 years ago in Fiction