Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Fiction.
Bothered
“Catherine, stay close.” Catherine and Eliza followed the natural pace of the crowd, the one set by museum and travel tour guides, by tourists, by art fanatics, and by students doing their assignments. The two girls were all and none of those things. They loved art, were tourists, were students, but they were not there for assignments. They were there for jobs.
By Noémi Blom5 years ago in Fiction
Surviving by the Lake
Surviving by the Lake Clifford and his ten year old granddaughter rested on a bed of pine needles under a big Southern pine tree up the slope leading down to Caney Lake. Cliff had opted to stay behind when his seventy year old body couldn’t keep up the pace of the six younger people in his group as they looked for food or tools overlooked by scavengers who had come through before them.
By Cleve Taylor 5 years ago in Fiction
An Astronaut’s Point of View
I read through the print-out the doctor had given me again. Common symptoms include nausea, stomach and back muscle cramps, bloating, constipation, diarrhoea… All relevant to me. I couldn’t really dispute the diagnosis. Sighing, I placed the pages beside me on the bed and ran my fingers through my hair.
By Alicia Brunskill5 years ago in Fiction
Cosmix Calling 🌌
Think back to the last time you were out under a clear sky, fully lit by a dazzling array of stars. Imagine yourself looking into the celestial night, with the power to make a single wish. Allow your spirit to ascend into the darkness of the sky, and spark iridescently to life, fulfilling the inner most desires of the soul. Where would you go? Who would you become? What would you change, or choose to accomplish? Would you wish for good? Would you wish for bad? These questions may make even the wisest of humanity hesitate. For me, however, now more than ever, I know exactly what I would wish for, who I'd become, who I already am... or would be, in a perfect world. Prince Luminos Cosmix, Is my alter ego, We are a philosophical hero, A dreamer who looks to the stars, a writer that has began creating an entire universe around my identity through the way my imagination warps the world. A poet that speaks from the heart, a musician/dancer that with a little guidance could help bring the tides of change. An aspiring artist with a vision, designer of a Royal Cosmixian clothing line. A philanthropist to the less fortunate, a mentor to generations to come, an activest for a green future. A Prince looking to lead the people of this earth to metephorical kingdoms among the stars. My ambitions are exuberant, my imagination is vivid, and I'm just a 23 year old with a hopeful dream, but I know my future is bright, and one day not only will I thrive in my self made fairytale, I will be a legend who's story is spread among the stars. The path to distant galaxies won't be easy, as a dreamer such as myself can get lost drifting through space if allowed to wander too long in their imagination, therefore, the pressure is setting in. The time to act upon my dreams has risen, as will I. With the proper tools, such as Memberful, My vision will be transformed into a reality. The show I'm writing, "The Stars Have Fallen", will be animated, voiced, and brought to life, along with books, comics, and interactive (perhaps even one day virtual reality) games that allow you to roam within the universe I am creating, {all while the real life characters tour the world promoting Life, Liberties, Fantasies, and Fashion lines to match the (bound to be popular) Aesthetics of my universe}. It'd be my dream to give everyone a chance to be as involved in this fairytale universe in real life as it is in mine, whether that be getting lost inside of a storybook, or dressing up in cosmixian fashion. My world may currently be just an idea revolving consistently around my head, and a small three-ring binder with a few short stories and prototype character designs; but in a perfect world, where the limitations brought upon by circumstances out of my control are not to be found, Prince Cosmix and his fellowship of Cosmixians are ALIVE.
By Prince Cosmix5 years ago in Fiction
My Mother's Locket
“Liz,” Michael hisses from behind me. I ignore him, hoping he’ll get the hint. “LIZ!” “Shhh!” I say, whipping around to glare at Michael. He’s pale, face blending with his white-blonde hair. We’ve all grown cold and clammy-looking from living inside the mountain, our skin losing the shine it must have had when we were out in the sun, enjoying the breeze and playing in the green grass.
By Rebecca/R.K. Fisher5 years ago in Fiction
Jake Rodriguez
Slick your hair back, just like that. Okay, now just a little hairspray. Gorgeous, baby. You’re going to rock that presentation this afternoon. Tim won’t know what hit him. All you have to do is muscle up, puff out your chest, talk numbers… the new antidepressant will get put through to R&D before any of those reprobates have a chance to disapprove.
By Trenton Anthony5 years ago in Fiction
When All You Want To Do Is Leave
Dolly, Dolly, come back. Her voice, like the self-soothing purr of a cat. Many things have brought me to this empty cathedral, in this empty city. A disease. A vocation. A paper trail. A locket. Of all these things, it’s the voice that lingers. Not reproachful, not bitter; just a chant, a girl’s jump rope melody, almost meaningless.
By Eric Dovigi5 years ago in Fiction
