Top Stories
Stories in Fiction that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
THE BATTERY
The Waning Gibbous moon hung over the stadium like an over-anxious fan. While fans were caught off-guard by the unexpected cold snap, sweatshirts and blankets were flying off the venue store's shelves. The food vendors couldn't keep up with the coffee and hot chocolate orders. In the concourse, long lines formed. Increasing heart rates and breathing, positive energy, the excitement was palpable. The din of the crowd hummed and roared in anticipation of the opening game of the season.
Babs IversonPublished 7 months ago in FictionA Barn Owl & A Blood Angel
The owl appears to be almost tame. They are shy creatures as a general rule, but the falling body and the impact it made against the snow hasn't startled him off his high perch.
L.C. SchäferPublished 7 months ago in FictionShe Should
The light is changing now. It’s waning. It’s felt in the early evening, when twilight arrives before dinner. She sits, unwilling to move, in the setting sunlight, which creeps in the through the blinds like zebra stripes.
Natalie SpackPublished 7 months ago in Fiction- Runner-Up in Unspoken Challenge
The Language of Us
It's dark in the house, but not dismally so. The low, heavy-beamed ceiling make the shadows feel like intimate friends as they chase the firelight across whitewashed walls.
M. A. MehanPublished 7 months ago in Fiction The Boy in the Tree
The boy climbs into the branches of the tree and sits. He glowers in his black hoodie. He has positioned himself so that he cannot be seen from the road. He wants to look out but remain clandestine to others. He likes the power it gives him to see but be unseen. He has limited experience of control, it being robbed from him more often than not. It is intoxicating to feel in charge of his actions and tonight, he has a secret purpose and is composing himself for its execution. His weapon lays by the tree's roots, somnolent but ready to roar.
Rachel DeemingPublished 7 months ago in FictionAdventures of Ishani
The office was quiet. But then again, it was 03:27 in the morning so there was no reason why it wouldn’t be. From where she sat in the square leather armchair, she had full visibility over Hoss quietly pacing up and down the hallway outside. They would have enough warning in case something went sideways; thank god for modern office design and their obsession with glass-everything.
Shilan AliyaliPublished 7 months ago in FictionA lesser known path
I don’t know what made me go this way, I never take this path. Ask anyone who knows me, I’m a creature of habit. In fact, it wouldn’t be hard to assassinate me, if someone wanted too. I don’t know why they would, I am just saying it wouldn’t be hard.
- Second Place in Unspoken Challenge
Maternal Instinct
You failed today, grandly and spectacularly. I watched you on that stage as they announced the election results, stood tall, pristine and stoic, the youngest and brightest button amongst a load of stuffed shirts. No other voice had been as honest, genuine, or well-meaning; no other campaign had been forged with such heart.
Caroline JanePublished 7 months ago in Fiction My Sister’s Reaper
“We, the sisters of the Raven Family Coven, come under moonlight to bring upon chaos to those that spite. Let thorns rise up and through her head to make Julie’s mommy cry in bed. Add a drop of her blood, rat poison, and lead.”
Real PoeticPublished 7 months ago in FictionSerendipity
Thank god it’s Friday! Am I right? Damn, I hate public transport. I can’t wait till my car’s fixed, I’m over it, sharing my seat with an elderly women who wants my life story in twenty-minute snippets.
Phil FlanneryPublished 7 months ago in FictionMicro World (Part 1)
The year was 2073 and the world was evermore evolving. Disease was a thing of the past. Not that people didn’t still get sick but more that things like cancers, and major diseases such as heart and kidney disease had been done away with. Through the use of genetic engineering and microchip implants.
Donna Fox (HKB)Published 7 months ago in FictionThe Heart on the Train
It all started when I was sitting next to a man in a blue uniform wearing gloves and a face mask on a train. He was holding a medium sized ice box, white on top and blue on the bottom.
Alex H MittelmanPublished 7 months ago in Fiction