Short Story

The Last Game
I wrote this for my first attempt participating in a writing battle. I've tweaked and enhanced it slightly after recieving judge's feedback, but here it is:
By Steph Marie2 years ago in Fiction
Cellar Door. Top Story - December 2024.
When the nail rammed through his belly, Sandy was almost surprised that blood didn't spurt out, and his glassy expression didn't change.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
At The Coffee Shop. Content Warning.
My day started normally. I woke up for the day around 9:30 a.m. and rolled out of bed. I changed from my pajamas and threw on a pair of black leggings with an off-white sweatshirt. I slipped on my tan, fuzzy boots to complete my outfit. I liked to enjoy my free time writing and sipping coffee at my favorite local coffee shop and that's what I planned to do.
By Alexis K Bellaw2 years ago in Fiction
The Blind Donkey
The room was thick with smoke, the air heavy with tobacco and burnt wood. At the head of the long, polished table sat Lord Nikolaus Waldemar, a bloated figure whose belly hung over his belt. His sweaty hands rested on the crucifix before him, the silver edges gleaming in the dim light. A hollow symbol he clung to, justifying the rivers of blood that flowed beneath the empire he ruled. The cross had become his excuse for the atrocities he committed.
By Fai Main2 years ago in Fiction
I wish I was her
I wish I was her She looked me in the eyes as she fell. Her hands reached out for me, her scream carrying my name into the void. Shock, fear and sorrow those three words are all I have to encapsulate her
By Raviha Hussain2 years ago in Fiction
A Taste of Her
From the earliest of memories something was unsettling behind Gabriella's steeping eyes; she chose her words too carefully leaving her company unsettled. Aren't deep chocolate eyes meant to be warming, enchanting, alluring?
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)2 years ago in Fiction
Hidden Gateways to Magical
In the bustling chaos of a modern city, where life moves at breakneck speed, there exists a secret—forgotten portals hidden in plain sight. These are not ordinary doors or passageways; they are magical gateways that lead to dimensions beyond human comprehension. From ancient legends to whispered stories among urban dwellers, these portals have captured the imagination of those who believe in the extraordinary.
By Pain 2 years ago in Fiction
The Realm of fiction
*The Realm of Fiction: A Paradigm of Imagination and Creativity*Fiction, a literary genre that has been a cornerstone of human expression and storytelling, has been a ubiquitous presence in the annals of literature. This ephemeral realm, born from the fertile imagination of writers, has captivated readers with its boundless possibilities, transporting them to worlds both familiar and unknown.The ontological nature of fiction, which oscillates between reality and fantasy, has been a subject of philosophical debate among scholars. Some posit that fiction is a mere simulacrum, a pale imitation of reality, while others argue that it is a manifestation of the human experience, a distillation of our hopes, fears, and desires.The narrative structures that underpin fiction are multifaceted and complex, often incorporating elements of mythology, symbolism, and allegory. The use of tropes, motifs, and archetypes serves to create a rich tapestry of meaning, inviting readers to engage with the text on multiple levels.Furthermore, fiction has the capacity to transcend the boundaries of time and space, allowing readers to experience different cultures, historical periods, and perspectives. This empathetic function of fiction enables readers to develop a deeper understanding of the human condition, fostering tolerance, compassion, and insight.In conclusion, fiction is a dynamic and multifaceted genre that continues to captivate readers with its infinite possibilities. Through its unique blend of imagination, creativity, and narrative craftsmanship, fiction offers a window into the human experience, challenging our perceptions, and expanding our understanding of the world around us.*Vocabulary used:*- Ubiquitous: present everywhere- Ephemeral: lasting for a very short time- Ontological: related to the nature of existence- Simulacrum: a copy or representation of something- Distillation: the process of extracting the essence of something- Multifaceted: having many different aspects or features- Tropes: common or overused themes or characters- Motifs: recurring themes or ideas- Archetypes: universal symbols or characters- Empathetic: able to understand and share the feelings of others
By Nafisatu Abdulrahman Rafindadi 2 years ago in Fiction
On A Shelf
There have always been rumours and tales about a book hidden in plain sight on a shelf, or in a bookcase, or maybe in a library. The book supposedly contained details of everything that everyone does in the world and was created by a god, a Deus Irae, to decide the fate of every person on the Earth they created.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
YOU'RE ALL MINE - ch 14
YOU’RE ALL MINE - ch 14 (the magic of Midnight) ^ ^ “Mia! Mia”, the sleek black cat called out. “You did it!! I’m so proud of you. Let’s go for a ride!”
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Fiction
The Little Asshole
By the time Karl came in from the garden, stamping mud off his boots, Sandy was a gibbering mess. She'd imagined him strangled with tinsel, or stabbed with a kitchen knife. "Hey..." He pulled her close and mumbled reassurances against her hair. She pointed. His gaze fell on Jingles, and his face creased in mild confusion. "Why didn't you leave it in the attic?" he said. "Are you trying to recreate the scene? There's no n-" Sandy interrupted him with a wail. "No!" she sobbed. "I didn't!" I thought you did, and then I thought... I thought..." He waited for her to say the crazy thing, holding her like china. Watching her like a pony that might bolt, or haul off and thump him with a nutcracker. Between hiccoughs, Sandy dabbed her eyes and in a shaky voice, asked him to swear he hadn't brought the creepy elf back downstairs. "We have to get rid of it," she said, as firmly as she was able. "Not just stick it upstairs. Take it far away and burn it." "Okay," he said, rubbing her back and patting as if she really were a tightly wound horse. "Okay. I'll take it tonight. "No!" she shrieked, beginning to unravel. "It has to be now! I can't be in the house with it anymore, I just can't!" "But..."Karl frowned. "I have that interview. It's really important." Sandy tried desperately to remember which job he was going for. Guilt pricked at her, and she didn't want to ask. "Oh," she said, "Of course." Sandy sat on the sofa facing Jingles, her mouth set in a grim line. "Babe...?" Karl sounded worried now. "I'm not moving. I'm keeping the little asshole where I can see him until you get back. Hurry, okay?" She didn't see Karl leave. Jingles stared back at her. The minutes crawled by. Sandy watched the elf all day, and it didn't move even once. Not even a twitch. Not even a wink.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
The Tree . Top Story - December 2024.
The Tree D. A. Ratliff The snow looked fresh and pristine, and I hoped this would be fun. I had my doubts. It had taken quite a bit of convincing to get me to agree to trudge through the deep Colorado snow to find a Christmas tree.
By D. A. Ratliff2 years ago in Fiction