Latest Stories

Most recently published stories in Fiction.

The Shadow Behind My Shoulder
Some call it destiny; others say that history is forgotten and changes over time. A few seek more, give more, lose more, and steal each other's shadows in a loving handhold.
By GeekGal5 years ago in Fiction
Life after the warehouse
He walked out of the shadows where he had stayed hidden for so long. He was her shadow man for so long but no more. The love they had always felt for each other has blossomed over the months after their last visit. Much time was spent growing and evolving into the couple they are today. In the years prior theirs was a push and pull relationship. So many emotions and so many struggles. With time, they learned how important they were to each other. They learned to express better and more importantly, how to communicate. Days stretched into nights and nights stretched into beautiful mornings.
By Gail S.5 years ago in Fiction
Burning Heart
Burning Heart Hala had told me that they had been there so long that we had forgotten the danger. That was just before they burned away the atmosphere and killed her along with everything else. I am a physicist, so I can assure you that a temperature of one hundred million degrees will ignite the atmosphere in a fusion reaction. These fusion reactions would release more energy leading to more fusion until all the nitrogen atmosphere has burned away. That is what happened, and now you are wondering how I survived and where I am.
By Steve Barnett5 years ago in Fiction
The Life of a Ninja
I drew my katana from its place on my hip. It slid like butter from the sheath, flashing into the air like a flame. The armored men surrounding me leveled their spears in preparation for my next move. Silence hung eerily in the air. The heat of the night bore through my black suit, armor, hood, and mask, making me sweat more than I usually would. Luckily, my hands were gloved so I knew it wouldn’t affect my grip on the weapon’s handle. I twirled the blade, accustoming myself to its balance. I stared back into the eyes of my attackers, conveying my resolve. I saw fear, regret, and a hunger for violence. I could taste my imminent victory.
By Nathaniel Warren5 years ago in Fiction
The Craving
This could not wait till morning. The craving came on so sudden and intense that resisting never even crossed her mind. For some reason Claudia needed fudge. Maybe it was hormones. Maybe it was the fact that she finally had an appetite. But she needed fudge. Not the kind she usually made this time of year, melting chocolate chips in the microwave. Claudia needed the heavy, silky fudge her grandma used to make—the kind you made in a saucepan with a candy thermometer.
By Muhammad iqbal5 years ago in Fiction
A Future's End
Hundreds of years beyond the age of super heroes and super villains. The fight for balance has turned into structured chaos in a dystopian reality. There is no city or economy like humans have ever known, where now everyone has a minimum of two super powers, and can have up to a dozen.
By Skylar Joel Harris5 years ago in Fiction
Sixth Grade
The sun peered through her basement window and illuminated the twin-sized bed where Frankie slept. As her consciousness slowly surfaced, she clung to the images swirling behind her eyes: thick tree trunks, an underground bunker, and a folded piece of parchment. Was it a map? Noticing a chill crawl up her bare arms, Frankie instinctively felt around for cover. Her fingers found her bedsheet bunched around her feet and pulled it up over her head. When she turned her attention back towards the dream, she realized it was no longer in reach.
By Paige Benson5 years ago in Fiction
My Ray of Sunshine
“This sunset is beautiful.” “Not as beautiful as you” he replied back with a smile. She giggled and playfully shoved him.
By Lindsay Dewolfe5 years ago in Fiction
My Friend Death
Everyone on this planet they call Earth is afraid of one thing above all else. Falling from the sky, dogs, physical contact, being social, but all of that is trumped by death. I see it differently, death is beautiful and that’s why I befriended him. When I was seven my Mother was taken from me in a car accident (broken neck and ruptured spleen). That’s where I seen him the first time, taking my mom away. We talked about life, his job and me. This sparked my interest in the power of being forward and ripping away a life. By ten with Death’s help I had killed multiple animals. Dissecting them, stitching them up and bringing them “Back to life”. I wondered why they didn’t move the same when I gave the life back. He explained to me how souls work and how energy cannot just randomly be created even if the heart transplant is a success. That next year my Father was murdered. Caught in gang violence he had become the middle man between them. He was hit in the middle of a crosswalk breaking both knees and projecting him thirty feet. The flight left him with shattered ribs, a punctured lung and road rash on his arms, legs, and back. They just left him there bleeding out and it was another six hours before police arrived on the scene.
By Tetrenius5 years ago in Fiction
On Second Thought
Roger was rarely given a second thought. For the most part, Roger liked it that way. In his mid-fifties, medium height, medium build, Roger was very much an average man. Clean-shaven, brown-eyed, and hair trimmed close, nothing about Roger really stood out. Sure, he’d developed a little paunch over the years, but all in all, Roger was quite unremarkable.
By Stu E5 years ago in Fiction
Death Rot
My breath came in gasps as I ran. I could feel the creatures' breath on my neck. This was going to be my end…and it all started with a locket. Oh God how I wish I had never come across the bloody thing! It was both a blessing, and a curse. It’s what set all of the current events in motion. I still remember as if it was yesterday….
By Trisha Escamilla5 years ago in Fiction
Warden Gordon and the Angel in the Woods
Gryff Gordon, at 29 years of age, had nearly 20 years’ experience working in one park or another. Growing up as a child in a village called Chesterton-Burnleigh on the South Downs, he’d been a Cub and then a Scout, and as a little boy he’d started on walks with him, volunteering picking litter in the parks or on the beaches and taking it as seriously as a little boy could.
By Johannes T. Evans5 years ago in Fiction