Top Stories
Stories in Fiction that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
I Am The Feathered Serpent
Ô Quetzalcoatl, Precious Serpent, Wisest of Men and Second Sun, please heal my daughter, though she has been cursed. Tlamacazqui says the White Teotls have hexed her with disease brought with the morning from across the vast ocean, and only you can save her, he says. Ô Quetzalcoatl, Precious Serpent, Creator of Worlds, God of the Winds and Mover of Cycles, please accept this offering and in return, heal my daughter as I send her to you.
By Claire Guérin3 years ago in Fiction
Homesick. First Place in Weekend Getaway Challenge.
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. I knew we were heading there because he was a man of habit. The impulse was carved into his very being, and he was drawn to the cabin every winter like a moth to a flame. But he wasn't a moth, he was a wolf in sheep's clothing.
By J. R. Lowe3 years ago in Fiction
Heart-Shaped Box
Lilly was grateful to finally see the edge of her driveway after another long, horrendous day at the office, and an equally miserable drive through the traffic nightmare known as Highway 11. It had been a week from hell, and the only thing delaying her from the sweet elixir of her favourite Moscato, was parking the car and getting in the house.
By Cathy holmes3 years ago in Fiction
Kingdom of Man
These are my thoughts as I sense a presence beneath the fog of the forest. Long have I listened, but this thing is different, and it is no making of ours. The trees tell me of a child. It has come from beyond the land, with no roots to follow, and no tales to whisper among the leaves.
By J. Scott Tanner3 years ago in Fiction
The Lone Wolf
Heavy droplets of rain fell as a sudden storm ravaged the colony of Japre. People rushed inside their homes, their children, wives, husbands, and parents in tow. One man stood alone in a field on the outskirts of the colony, looking to his crop of underberries before the rain washed them all away. The fickle plants were the only thing that could grow on the planet’s muddy surface. Storms raged on and on, providing only brief respites in between outpour after outpour of heavy rain. It was the last sowing of the season, he had to make it work.
By J D Guzman3 years ago in Fiction
Minute by Minute
This was it. The day that was circled in red on my calendar. I reluctantly opened my eyes after a restless night’s sleep, knowing what awaited me. Simple denial, procrastination, appeals to higher powers, none of it worked. This was my fate, and I had to accept it.
By Mark Gagnon3 years ago in Fiction
The Ice Beneath Her Feet
Her timid feet meet the ice. It creaks a quiet haunting tone that blends with the swirl of the blizzard, but it holds. Her confidence rises. She steps forth, fully onto the frozen lake. A lake, they say, but for how far she has to go, they might call it a sea.
By Laurence J. R. Nix3 years ago in Fiction
Death, interrupted
Kirn's death is rudely interrupted by a droning sound outside the house. Screwing her eyes shut tighter, she draws a labored breath. It doesn't matter, she reminds herself, there's nothing out there: as the last human on Earth, she's certain of this much. This sound must be an illusion, some auditory hallucination from dehydration. It means she's nearly there, finally one foot in the grave! Appeased, she pushes her hand over the bed sheets to squeeze Ashami's cold arm. She only manages a caress, but that's enough to draw them closer together: they were linked in life, and soon they shall be in death too.
By Claire Guérin3 years ago in Fiction
