Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Fiction.
The Throne Room
The smoke hung heavy in the air, overtaking the sweet and savory smells that permeated the festival. The wooden poles that held the steel grates over the roaring flames were overturned, and the meats were ravaged by the beasts that hunted with the red-eyed shifter.
By KA Stefana about 18 hours ago in Fiction
TCoE: Climb
A scoff erupted from above. "You'll never make it," a man's ragged voice sneered. A twelve-year-old boy with messy dark hair and tan skin pulled his brown eyes from the parchment in his shaking hands. The sharp, resentful words cut his heart, leaving it frozen and gradually draining. The skinny lad was a bit taken aback by the stranger's harshness, but he mentally fought hard to brush it off. After a few moments, the bitter man who taunted the boy removed the hood of his cloak to reveal a scarred face. The man had wrinkly, tanned skin and long, dark hair.
By Mel E. Furnishabout 19 hours ago in Fiction
Calamity "Callie" Shortfuse. Content Warning.
So, Miss Shortfuse... Neat name. Very nice to meet you. May I call you Calamity? Callie, if it's all the same to ya. You only call me "Calamity," when you're beggin' for your life. So Callie is just fine.
By Madison "Maddy" Newtonabout 19 hours ago in Fiction
Paradise Acres
Thank you for participating in our tour. To help you settle in, we are offering an instructional class that will help guide you through the final stages of the application process. Contracts must be signed and turned in before entering. We look forward to meeting you. And remember: Paradise is only an acre away.
By April Singletaryabout 22 hours ago in Fiction
The Ghost of Hacienda de Nogueras: Forbidden Love and a Mystery to Solve
Hacienda de Nogueras, now converted into a serene cultural center in the heart of Colima, holds within its adobe walls and colonial arches a secret that transcends time. I first arrived on an October evening, as an art student seeking inspiration for my final project. What I didn't imagine was that, in those hallways where tourist visits and cultural workshops now echoed, I would find the traces of a tragic love that still awaits its redemption.
By diego michelabout 22 hours ago in Fiction
The Weight of Forty-Nine
Claire sat at the heavy oak dining table, the same one that had hosted three decades of Sunday roasts and late-night tax returns. The morning sun slanted through the lace curtains, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air and the peculiar collection spread before her. She didn't see a game of Solitaire or Bridge; she saw a map of a life shared.
By Sam H Arnoldabout 24 hours ago in Fiction
