Latest Stories

Most recently published stories in Fiction.

In the Cage of a Dream's Lament
It was the perfect life. Trella lived for the moments when she stood in a ballroom, hushed voices rising over the music that provided an ambiance absent from ordinary life. Even when she was not dancing, she liked to close her eyes and just bask in the soft percussion and the trill of a violin. And, no matter how much she wandered or frolicked among the gathered guests, her feet never ached.
By Jillian Spiridon5 years ago in Fiction
Raven's Sacrifice
Once Raven was white, from the tip of her beak to the tip of her tail and the points of her claws. Though she was a bird of the earth, her pale colouring meant she could mingle with the spirits of the heavens; the angels and daemons of the bright, bright skies; those from whose lips poetry sprang, and whose songs carried a beauty so exquisite all who heard them wept. Raven spent many a day and night with these beings, watching as they drank the sparkling waters from the Well of Inspiration, listening as they gave voice to their creations. Sometimes she joined with them, for hers was a sweet song, and many stopped to hear her music.
By Heather Ewings5 years ago in Fiction
Weathered
I ran inside with mascara and eyeliner smeared down my face. “Get in the basement!” I yelled to Edgar, my husband of 30 years. He looked confused as he began to ask what was wrong. “Edgar, there’s no time. Get in the basement or you will die!” Edgar considered my words for a moment before deciding to listen to me. I don’t think I’d ever seen him run before, but he was running now.
By Brandy Enn5 years ago in Fiction
Lotus coming out of crystal-clear water
Once chatting with my old classmates, he said: "Looking at these greasy women around me reminds me of Tan Wenke's classmates. She is really a lotus in clear water." I can't help but sigh that this male student's words are really appropriate. "Lotus comes out of clear water" is often used by trendy love novels or small fresh meat to express the highest praise for girls. Such an abstract word falls into reality, only Tan Wenke.
By Gottlieb Lyle5 years ago in Fiction
Silent ending
That man is one or two years younger than me. When I mentioned her, the lush time of my student days was like a basket of golden beans, which suddenly fell from the air.
By YASUFUMI SUZUKI5 years ago in Fiction
A Port in the Storm
At dusk, the lighthouse keeper lit the beacon. She didn’t have an explanation for why she continued to do it. It had been nearly a year since she’d seen any sign of a ship.
By Paula Shablo5 years ago in Fiction
Something Real: A Short Piece of Fiction
The phone won’t stop wailing. I stare at it as if my glare could turn the sound to stone. The phone keeps screaming, though, and I know that it is only a matter of time before it becomes a human voice.
By sleepy drafts5 years ago in Fiction
Otter
“Otter.” A three year-old named Hanny Goldfinch with sproingy curls and sticky fingers pointed at an adorable puppy wriggling inside the cage at the pet adoption agency. It cuddled against her hand through the bars.
By Peter Wisan5 years ago in Fiction
A Battery of Ethics Not Included
She stripped the last bit of plastic coating from the copper wires spilling out of the shattered dry wall. “Just enough of a lead to wire it in,” she thought.
By Steve B Howard5 years ago in Fiction
The Allegory of Art
It is said that there was once a woman so beautiful, she tempted a god and for his lust, she was punished. Her beauty turned into monstrosity; the desire she had once inspired in men turned into fear. She was condemned to live for eternity as a beast. Her enchanting emerald stare, the one that turned whoever looked at it into stone, sentenced her to an immortal life of solitude.
By Rola5 years ago in Fiction
Kissing Her at the End of the World
The apocalypse is just something made up for shock value. I’ve seen the old-time movies where monsters rise from the sea, where alien invaders populate the skies with their ships, and where natural disasters give humanity its comeuppance at last.
By Jillian Spiridon5 years ago in Fiction
A Chance.
My heart was pounding wildly in my ears. I could hear shouts and curses behind me. ''Get her! She must be caught.'' I pushed my poor exhausted body on, towards the blue. If I could only reach the sea, I stood a chance. Max had taught me how to swim when I was five; ten years before 'they' took over, with the promise of a better life, a future, equality. Since then, no-one on this small island was allowed near the ocean. We couldn't stray from the perimeters of the electric fence. Anyone who did manage to escape was shot on sight. After months of planning, and with help, I was now running.
By Deborah Robinson5 years ago in Fiction