Top Stories

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

Challenged Writing
Who knew Challenged Writing was a thing. Writing can be a challenge as anyone knows, but in this case, the word challenge is more like a prompt or perhaps a dare or call to action.
By Pam Reeder4 years ago in Fiction
Hammer
I've been told I'm a hammer. I have a flat face, a prong in my back, and a handle to hold so I'm a hammer. But I'm not a good one cause I have doubt and once you do that you aren't a good hammer anymore.
By Dylan Ritch4 years ago in Fiction
All Hallow's Eve
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Abandoned… Or so everyone in town had thought.
By Joseph A Todaro4 years ago in Fiction
Final Journal
Recording 1 [Crackling, soft muttering sounds] Is this thing on? Dang it all, this thing is older than I am. [Painful scraping sound- a chair being dragged across the ground, perhaps?]
By Kristen Slade4 years ago in Fiction
The African Gray's Ghost
The African Gray’s Ghost BY LJ SHEA The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window.
By Lauren Jane4 years ago in Fiction
A Purposeful Life
In a small town, there are three main types of people that live around. One would be the kind of person who loves nature and loves animals and has an art appreciation. Another would be the type of person who would work hard at everything they did and was determined to achieve their dreams. And finally, there is another type of person that was born into this world and never really had any expectations for what to do with their life.
By Gloria Michael 4 years ago in Fiction
I Just Need a Shower
I awake from a beautiful dream. The usual. Hurried footsteps clacking on pavement. I peek my head out from underneath my shell of warmth and watch as the people rush past. Most of them ignore me. A few of them make eye contact but barely linger long. I know a few of them wish they could help but life drags them onward. I wonder if any of them think of me throughout their day? Maybe they feel guilty for not dropping a coin. Maybe they think about how they could have saved the sandwich they just tossed in the trash. After their brief moment of empathy, they move on and forget.
By Michael Crone4 years ago in Fiction
The Red-Haired Princess
“No wait, Leander!” Jovian called out. The ship’s captain spun back around to see Jovian pointing at the small hand beckoning them inside the small shuttered gate.
By Sophia Marie Sears4 years ago in Fiction
Last Light
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Isolated in the deep forest, there was no one to see the candlelight, or wonder at its meaning. But in the village, beyond the wood’s leafless branches, three figures woke in three separate houses. Each of them felt the candle come to life at the cabin, and each of them felt cold fear burn within them.
By Deyna Dodds4 years ago in Fiction
The Scientist's Daughter. Runner-Up in Unexpected Uncovering Challenge.
I was born in the middle of winter, and the birth was difficult. My father sent for a midwife, but she couldn’t get to us in time to help my mother. My mother died. My father began to obsess over the specialist knowledge he lacked which could have saved her.
By L.C. Schäfer4 years ago in Fiction
Dark Roast
I can tell a lot about a person from what they drink. So could you, if you were in my line of work. Take Mr Green-Tea-Frappuccino. I’ve no problem with ironic beards, but when the temperature’s low enough you half expect polar bears on your commute? Sticking to iced drinks is perverse. Probably a Taurus, they’re known for that kind of thing.
By Lauren Everdell4 years ago in Fiction
Cryptic Imperium
There weren’t always Dragons in the Valley. Rain began to patter stone. Dismal rock at the top of the world stretched from mountain shrubs to a precipitous drop. Ebony waters lapped placidly leagues below. The day’s last sunlight clung to the gulf’s horizon, blotted out by thickly laid, cinder grey clouds. Lucid lightning reflected off the brackish abyss; thunder growled and bellowed in the distance. The storm had come. The somber and subdued scene was beginning to be washed away by a gelid rain, like lasting consciousness dissolving a nightmare.
By Talia Frank4 years ago in Fiction