Short Story
Selfless Mind
"Send: final checkup list." That request was easy to fulfill, although it caused a not-so-small beep inside the analytical algorithm, given how many times the same subject was included on an email before. She was curious about it - or whatever the equivalent was within her processing methods - but sent the reply without delays.
By Alex Torres2 years ago in Fiction
Concert Shock
Germaine entered the dusty town as a sidewinder slithered diagonally across her quickly disappearing footprints. Oblivious to the slithering snake and trying to prevent the dust from blinding her, she licked her hand and wiped her face, leaving ginger streaks.
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Fiction
The Nameless Stranger. Top Story - April 2025.
A name is usually the first thing we learn about a person, but that was definitely not the case at this meeting. Sitting in front of me is a man; his strawberry-red hair cut short, with the heavy curls creating a puff-like look to his head. Looking out the window, his eyes scanning the countryside as we move past, on the way to the city—our destination.
By M. W. Larsen2 years ago in Fiction
Not As Faithful
The sulfuric smells were overpowering. Large groups of people huddled around a single spot. Aside from the occasional gurgle, the day was perfect. The sky above was the color of purest azure. People did murmur. There were some children who yanked on their mommy's or daddy's sleeve. All impatient over the big proclaimed miracle that occurred on time every day since God knows when. Standing on the platform far enough away, I too was just as impatient. When it did happen, it wasn't as marvelous as everyone proclaimed. As a young preteen, I turned up my nose. "Old Fateful isn't that big! I didn't even get wet!"
By Crystal Neal2 years ago in Fiction
Stuff of Books
Ryan made his way across the commons. On the far side of the campus was a small independent bookstore, where he spent most of his time, aside from eating near the cafeteria. He wasn't enrolled in the school, despite the owner's urgings. On this day, the wind was especially strong. As he walked, the gusts whipped around him like a foreboding force—a warning he chose to ignore. He was running later than usual, and he knew his boss would likely scold him for it. Which made him more anxious than normal.
By Crystal Neal2 years ago in Fiction
Fleeing Fate
Brown, his eyes were the color of mud. There was nothing special about them. They lightened considerably when he came in contact with his daemon kin. They almost glowed, but with the color of melted chocolate. It was like a shock to his system. His hand was not singed from the flames that covered the animal's body. His fingers felt tingly after he had been thrown back hard enough to land on top of Shadow. He used his hands to pull himself upright. As he did he used the wolf's body as leverage without thinking. There wasn't too much time to marvel at what occurred. Ryan heard Agnes screaming outside of the cabin. He had not planned to be tossed through a wall. It caused his body to ache all over. "We better get moving!" His companion warned him. "Come on, Ryan, move faster!"
By Crystal Neal2 years ago in Fiction
It’s In Your Imagination
Penny reached into her desk and pulled out a gum ball. Sugar helps her to think and she would need it for Melinda Martin, or as Penny likes to think of her- Melinda fartin. The way she talks down to Penny makes her blood boil. She starkly remembers the time Melinda said “If you drop a penny it’s not worth bending down to pick it up” in front of Mr. Archer.
By Aissa Martell2 years ago in Fiction
Abscond
This was an odd batch, to be sure. Usually they all came from the same relative area, wearing the same colors and saying the same things. But this group was a mixed bag of greys, blues, and browns, muttering so much varied slang it sounded like they all spoke different languages.
By Taylor Mead2 years ago in Fiction
Tender. Content Warning.
Note to editors: The site wouldn't let me publish this story to the "fiction" community unless it was six hundred words. The story portion of this was five hundred words exactly when I typed it into vocal. For some reason it was four hundred and seventy three words when I pasted it into "Microsoft word". I decided to go with five hundred according to vocals count. I am very sorry for this side note but I couldn't get it to even go through to be reviewed without making it at least six hundred words and I hope this doesn't disqualify this story.
By Raine Fielder2 years ago in Fiction
