Latest Stories

Most recently published stories 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 9 hours ago in Fiction
The Halazia Chronicles
Those dreamy days of summer flew by like a bird on the wing, and the boys felt as though they were the sole inhabitants of a pocket universe.
By Guia Noconabout 10 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 10 hours ago in Fiction
From the Desk of the Literary Coroner
From the Desk of Literary Coroner: Today’s Intake On my desk arrived an intriguing manuscript titled The Five Stages of Damnation — Quinque Gradūs Damnatiōnis.
By Paul Stewartabout 10 hours ago in Fiction
The Lovely Lute
I am the lovely Lute. I have pale, silver eyes with golden hair. I am young, about 25 years old, but wise beyond my years. All over my body are trace amounts of feathers—in my hair, on my shoulders and on my back.
By Madison "Maddy" Newtonabout 11 hours ago in Fiction
Syndra of the Silver Void
My parents were Sinaht and Rubarae, proud astral elves whom many looked up to. My mother, Rubarae, was a gifted healer while my father, Sinaht, was a studied philosopher, his gaze always fixated on the stars. Always.
By Madison "Maddy" Newtonabout 12 hours ago in Fiction
The Name is Sable Trevino
Sable Trevino is a slyborne katari rogue and active council member for the City of Eprieta. Clever and cunning as they come, Sable carries out her duties to the people as "Arbiter of the Veil," or the master of spies. Just think of her as a shadier version of Captain Amelia from Treasure Planet.
By Madison "Maddy" Newtonabout 12 hours ago in Fiction
Pastel Nightmare
The Johnsons were the quintessential suburban family. Laura, her husband Mark, and their two kids, Ellie and Ben, loved going all out for the holidays. Easter was no exception. Pastel-colored eggs, garlands, and bunny decorations adorned their home every year, but this time, Laura wanted to make it extra special.
By V-Ink Storiesabout 13 hours ago in Fiction
The Burrow
The Thompsons had planned their Easter weekend months in advance. A family camping trip seemed like the perfect escape from the monotony of suburbia, a chance to bond over s’mores and nature hikes. The secluded Maplewood Campground, nestled deep in the woods, promised tranquility and picturesque views. They had no idea what awaited them beneath the ground.
By V-Ink Storiesabout 13 hours ago in Fiction
The Cult
There is a group of people who no longer know what civilization was like. They had chosen to venture out into the woods, to follow that voice that called to them, asking for an army to build. They gave in, each of them possessing an unknown darkness that hid within them. They were afraid to touch this part of themselves, but the voice claimed that they would be welcomed with open arms, into a fold where they would no longer feel alone.
By Emy Quinnabout 15 hours ago in Fiction
The Man Who Waited Every Evening
Every evening at exactly six o’clock, the old man sat on the same wooden bench outside the hospital. Rain or sunshine. Winter or summer.
By Khanabout 15 hours ago in Fiction
The Ghost on the Map: My 2,000-Mile Journey to a Paris That Isn’t There
If you type "Paris" into Google Maps, the algorithm will dutifully drop a pin on the City of Light. It will show you the winding Seine, the star-shaped sprawl of the Place de l’Étoile, and enough crêperies to feed a small army.
By George Evanabout 16 hours ago in Fiction