Top Stories
Stories in Fiction that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
An Angel in Disguise
Head down, beady eyes focused, Tyto took in a deep breath, enjoying the cold night air rushing through his lungs. Filling him with relief and binding him to reality for a brief moment. This was exactly what he lived for - A rush in the dark, and tonight he knew exactly what he needed to do.
By Josie Marie4 years ago in Fiction
Bird Cemetery
News 16th July Story of the day Madame La Fayette led her daughter by the hand as she struggled to break free from her mother's tight grip. The little girl was dressed in a barn owl costume, ready for her first ever stage performance. She ruffled up her feathers from pieces of brown-orange fabric sewn into the carboard by her mother. Mia felt that these feathers could lift her up to the sky, and her mother was just pulling her into the ground, which was not a pleasant experience. The other children were disguised as different birds, tempting with the colours of their feathers: the furious blue, green, yellow, and orange of peacocks and parrots; grey of pigeons; the brown shade of sparrows; and the black intensity of ravens. All the kids were just as excited as they were on their first day of school, except this time the stake was much nicer and funnier.
By Moon Desert4 years ago in Fiction
Orphan House. Runner-Up in Return of the Night Owl Challenge.
The house sinks into the earth, heavier now that she’s empty than she ever was when children scurried across her floors every morning. The newest piece of her is a sign nailed to the front door: “Condemned.”
By Jessica Gonzalez4 years ago in Fiction
Stella's Scrapbooks
For as long as I knew her, Mama seemed to have two sides to her: light and dark. The light version of Mama was happy, carefree, and affectionate. She helped me with my homework and we danced together in the kitchen to ABBA while baking lemon bread. She smelled like cinnamon and her eyes actually lit up when she smiled.
By Kelsey Syble4 years ago in Fiction
Picasso and the Art of Grieving
Picasso and the Art of Grieving UNEXPECTED THINGS Funny how quickly life can change. When you least expect it, you’re faced with a ‘suddenly’. One day you’re in the middle of the Caribbean, working on a cruise ship as one of the dedicated production crew, and the next you’re helicoptered back to Miami for the flight back to Alpine Junction to attend your dad’s funeral.
By Pam Sievert-Russomanno4 years ago in Fiction
Soup & Saltines
Lulu's eyes dart quickly around the convenience store, alighting briefly on each customer to see if they're looking her way. She sees a teen girl with a fussy baby on her hip, frowning as she looks at the meager selection of diapers. An old man is lifting a case of beer from the cooler, whistling as he tucks it under his arm. In the next aisle, two boys around her age are picking out candy, laughing and shoving each other, dropping loud F-bombs that probably make them feel older and cooler than they are. She rolls her eyes, even though she thinks one of them is kind of cute.
By Lindsey LeBlanc4 years ago in Fiction
The Night Conceals Me
I should be sleeping. I should definitely be sleeping. But thoughts are always loudest at night time. There is no background noise, no hums, no ticks, no tv's or radios, no chirps, chimes or jingles; no noise that can cover up the internal monologue as it screams from the chasm within. But the biggest thought, coming from some crevice near the front of my brain, I summised somehow, was that the alarm I had set only two hours earlier would be ringing loudly in only another four.
By Callum Wareing-Smith4 years ago in Fiction
How I wish to fly Soundless
The darkness took hold of the walls, the ceilings, the motionless air lingering in front of my eyes. The blankets cuddled close to me, protecting me from whatever dangers lurked in the black room, whatever waits for my demise. The thought of a beast lashing out at my face any moment sent cold shivers down my spine. The feeling did not last long though, one moment my eyes were dashing across the empty space looking for any traces of a monster. Then in what felt like the blink of an eye, I was somewhere new.
By Madison B. 4 years ago in Fiction
The Fiery Canary
I saw you in my dreams…fiery canary. High in the sky with your friend at night. Seeing you was almost too good to be true. Way too good to be true. You were a true mystery, a mystery that has gone back for decades. Yet, I got to experience you in all your glory the moment I closed my eyes.
By K.J.George4 years ago in Fiction
