Top Stories

Stories in Fiction that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.

The Creation
The buzzing on my skin hasn’t stopped. I think it’s always been there. Another pill. They’re supposed to make the crawling stop, make the itch go away. But they just carry me to The Void. Sometimes that’s better.
By Tiffany Fairfield2 years ago in Fiction
Splintered Hope
“You’re hopeless! Nothing anyone does is good enough for you. Don’t you see how you’re destroying this family?” Glass flew by my head and in the moment between shatter, I could almost see through to a better outcome. But gravity didn’t leave me enough time to consider hope before glass made contact with the wall in an explosive production.
By Oneg In The Arctic2 years ago in Fiction
La La Land. Content Warning.
It was suppose to be beautiful. A quiet afternoon picnic in the Scottish countryside between two friends. A series of traumatic events and an addiction to substances had lead them to this state.
By Chloe Gilholy2 years ago in Fiction
A Plea For Plowshares. Runner-Up in Misplaced Challenge.
I was not lost. I was thrown away. After all my service? After all the blood, pain, sorrow, and chaos that was sown on my fields of destruction, and this is the thanks I get?
By Meredith Harmon2 years ago in Fiction
The Boy Who Built Houses
This story was originally published on Medium. ************** The little boy’s hands worked quickly, leaning sticks against one another, patting mud on their bases, stacking, arranging, patting.
By Stephen Kramer Avitabile2 years ago in Fiction
The Day Paradise Shattered
Society has a way of alienating those it should hold close. If someone is different, they are pushed to their breaking point.
By Poppy 2 years ago in Fiction
Grandma Could Not Find Her Glasses
“Dear, could you help me find my glasses? I cannot sew or read without it.”, my sweet old granny asked me. “Certainly, Grandma. Where did you last used it?” I asked my grandmother.
By Mariann Carroll2 years ago in Fiction
Discarded, Without Purpose. Content Warning.
Memories are fickle things it seems for humans at the best of times, so you can only imagine how unreliable they are for something like me.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Fiction
The Wall
He sat motionless as the wind gracefully blew the tumbleweed across the pavement. A harmonious sense of calm filled his once-tormented heart.
By Raven Black2 years ago in Fiction
Magus Murus
If walls could talk within the perceivable human auditory range, history would not be doomed to repeat itself. I could have warned you, shown you the errors of your meat sack ways. I could have saved you from your premature mortal coil.
By Holly Draper3 years ago in Fiction
These Tired Sides. Runner-Up in Something Is Beginning, I Think Challenge.
Wreathed in darkness, I stand, holding back the destruction crawling within. I should be clear: this is not a metaphor. My sole purpose in this world is to hold what the creators choose. It could have been anything: oil, paint, chemicals.
By Stephen A. Roddewig5 months ago in Fiction
Girls’ Night Out
Girls’ night out! I hear it all the time, but rarely have I been fortunate enough to enjoy it with my sister. I nudge her with excitement, and we clench the opportunity. Usually, when we hear those three words, our attendance is often overlooked. Tonight, everything changes with the agenda, including dinner and dancing. Dancing, the honey to a tea of nostalgia. Occasionally, we are invited to dinner. After all, our exquisite appearance matches perfectly with a fancy five-star restaurant. Our sparkling petit bodies shimmer like a red ruby. But, dancing was taboo. The last dance adventure was months ago, almost leading to our separation by the excitement it conjured. Despite the past hazard, several drinks at dinner later, we are enfolded by a mass of people and booming music in the club. Everyone is dancing in-sync to the latest hip/hop trap beat compiled with electronic dance music. As the four by four measured time signature strikes the ear, I feel every strand of hair moving rhythmically against my body. Alcoholic euphoria fills the atmosphere, and I become intoxicated by the ambience. Every jerky bob begins to weaken my grip on my safety, raising the level of danger with every intensified beat drop. Gradually, black out from the melodic menacing machine, thrusted down into a drunken stupor.
By Iris Harris2 years ago in Fiction