Short Story

Crunchstumble Covenant
Wish for something better step-tap-groan step wish for something better step-tap-groan step I'm an old man this late afternoon. The stick gives a hollow clunk, like the hammer of a xylophone striking the London streets.
By Conor Darrall3 years ago in Fiction
Spiderweb -Part 4.
The next day, before leaving for work, Hugo grabbed the jar and moved it to the edge of the table where the light (what little filtered through the dirty window glass) illuminated it along with its occupant. To Hugo's relief, the spider was still alive.
By L3 years ago in Fiction
Necromancer's Neoteny. Top Story - October 2023. Content Warning.
"First you must give before you can take," Ganelon's words echoed in Ajax's eardrum. "You must loose so that you desire to regain."
By Thavien Yliaster3 years ago in Fiction
The Witches of No.17
Ten years have passed, this wonderous life; Full of love, hate, peace & strike. Too many know, they’re starting to question; Its time to give them a new impression. We must vanish without a trace; To do this we ask you, give us a new face.
By Joe Harris3 years ago in Fiction
Broom and Zoom. Top Story - April 2024.
Eyes prying eyes, shut your lids, screw them tight. Eyes prying eyes, burn to a crisp before the forbidden sight. Eyes prying eyes, our sister never again shall you plight.
By Claire Guérin3 years ago in Fiction
The Ashen Grave
In vain fall the lost… drown us in their cries. Drown us deep and dark… beneath their mangled lies. Uttering thus, she moved forward, a figure drenched in moonlight. The shadows cast upturned lines on her face, neither parallel to the earth nor becoming of any natural laws. They bounced like the reveries of a crooked midnight fever, dancers summoned from unknown time. She did not create the shadows. She could not rip them from her features. And yet they trailed, just as her voice did, onto the canoe boards and apart from reality.
By Bridget Couture3 years ago in Fiction
Beneath the White Plastic Cows
"Until my child is back in my arms, none of you shall fly again, nor your children, nor your children's children." Her face was lit by the glow of the hearth fire, that made her eyes shine orange and the tears on her cheeks glisten. She reached her arms into the air, her hair surrounding her head in a black halo, curls springing up like horns. In one hand she was holding a bundle of feathers. A nervous whisper spread through the group of women who had gathered around her. She raised her hand high over the hearth and started throwing the feathers into the flames, one by one, while her sisters watched in horror, unable to stop her. The white, long feather of a swan turned to charcoal in the fire, followed by the black feather of a raven, sizzling, one that was shining in hues of blue, of a magpie, filling the room with smoke, a reddish brown one of a robin that twisted and turned in the fire and finally she held a last one in her trembling hands.
By Josie3 years ago in Fiction
The Wrathful Reckoning. Content Warning.
The clanging of metal implements striking against stone rang in the air, producing a sorrowful ode of injustice and bigotry. It was an orchestra I'd heard every day for the past five months. A song with no end... A song no one sang.
By B3 years ago in Fiction
Grannie Annie. Content Warning.
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By Mother Combs3 years ago in Fiction
To Want The Impossible. Top Story - November 2023.
They wanted something possible and it was something he wanted too. So, he obliged. He took on the task with great pride and he created.
By Stephen Kramer Avitabile3 years ago in Fiction
Spelling the End
“We call upon Gaea; we call upon Sol; we call upon Luna. What was foretold has foregone and the final winter of humanity looms before us. With this sacrifice and with these words we bring forth a new dawn. Terra nova ex omnia machina mors!”
By Taylor Inman3 years ago in Fiction
Gravity-defying love story
Legend has it that Isaac Newton was sitting under a tree. He fell asleep and dreamed about the love of his life. Suddenly an apple fell from the tree, since it happened to be an apple tree.
By Sarah D3 years ago in Fiction