Top Stories
Stories in Fiction that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
Flight to Nowhere. Runner-Up in Sky's the Limit Challenge.
The plane soared high in the sky, its engines thrumming steadily as it cut through the clouds. The passengers were mostly asleep or lost in thought, lulled into a sense of security by the drone of the engines and the gentle rocking of the plane.
By Sophie Garcia3 years ago in Fiction
The People Of The Forest
It was a cold and foggy morning when a man walking his dog found her standing next to a bloody body on the edge of the forest. She barely responded to the dog walker when he asked her what happened to her and if she were all right. He eventually called the police to the scene. It turned out the dead man was a wanted criminal that had been on the run for months. He had been kidnapping girls, doing god knows what to them, and then leaving them dead at their family’s doorstep.
By Susanna Kiernan3 years ago in Fiction
Lost at Sea
The cabin was on the very outskirts of Holly Brook bay. It had stood there since before the towns founding, before the bay was named Holly Brook even. The sturdy building stood a short stumble away from the water, which is probably why the bottom steps showed the obvious effects of water damage and decay. The cabin was surrounded by trees. The road that led to the building went from asphalt to gravel near Holly Brook proper. The road closer to the cabin was just dirt, but that’d been nearly completely covered by overgrown blackberry brambles.
By Abby Jacobsen3 years ago in Fiction
The Lady in the Window
I first noticed her in a store window. I was out picking up some bits of food shopping and, as always, my eye was constantly drawn to the colourful shop fronts around me. I happened a glance across the road at a ladies fashion store; not that I need such things what with being an established bachelor, but it was a colourful display and quite pleasing. At first, I assumed her to be a mannequin; a part of the window dressing, but as my eye lingered I realised she didn’t seem to fit. She was…how best to describe this to you: out of focus. Yes, like a camera image that is out of focus. I could make out her shape; enough so that I immediately recognised her as feminine; but abstract, like a surrealist painting where one recognises images but finds it hard to explain how.
By Shane Dobbie3 years ago in Fiction
Filthy Habits
~~~ Meg slipped the cigarette between her lips and smiled wryly as the students walked past her and into the building, each one offering her a different passive aggressive gesture, some more obvious than others–wrinkled noses, hands waving wildly at the fleeting smoke, and of course, there were the fake coughers.
By Lena Beana3 years ago in Fiction
Cabin Pressure
I could be a hero every day. Save the day, every day. Or most days. Many days. No one knows. Can you imagine? I am single. I have had relationships. Short relationships, which are initially fun and, later, leave me feeling worthless. I live alone. And I rarely see people, these days. But I have a mother, and a brother and cousin who was raised in my back yard. And even though my mother thinks I don’t try hard enough, and my brother thinks I’m lazy, and my cousin would rather watch TV alone that sit at the table and eat a family dinner, I love them, and they love me, and so four times a year, I fly across the country to see them. So here I am. Seat 17A, allocated at check in, hand luggage only.
By Hannah Moore3 years ago in Fiction
