Latest Stories

Most recently published stories in Fiction.

City of plague:A New Yorker’s pandemic chronicle Pt 18.
One evening, my phone rang unexpectedly. The caller ID showed the name Mr. Li, president of the Southern Hometown Association. I knew him well. He was a respected figure in the Chinese community—calm, thoughtful, and never someone who called without a reason.
By Peterabout an hour ago in Fiction
City of plague:A New Yorker’s pandemic chronicle Pt 17.
Directly across the street from the building where I worked stood an old commercial property that had quietly witnessed decades of Manhattan’s restless life.
By Peterabout an hour ago in Fiction
Harbinger of Despair
Who was he but just a man? To feel the weight of the world on his shoulders, he was no Atlas. Yet his bowed stance and tender neck suggested otherwise. It came to him in a dream: the absent stoking of an everlasting flame. A gnarled finger pointed towards an inevitable end, a sign that couldn't be ignorantly shaded; recurrence made sure of it. He didn't remember how long it had been going on; time didn't matter at this point. He just knew it was long enough to be petrified to fall asleep.
By James U. Rizziabout 3 hours ago in Fiction
Dad Jokes
“Hello, hello, is this thing on? For all of you who don’t know me, I’m Steve, the Father of the Bride. Just kidding—Dave’s the name.
By Bride of Soundabout 3 hours ago in Fiction
What Are You Waiting For?
Tara sat, staring at the blank screen on her laptop, thinking. Voices from the past drifted in and out of her consciousness.
By Laura DePaceabout 4 hours ago in Fiction
Oni. Content Warning.
In the shade cast by the blood moon a chill is felt. It is the darkness mirrored of the creature beginning to stir in the crimson pools of reflected starlight.
By Griffen Helmabout 4 hours ago in Fiction
Something Borrowed
Hey, everybody! For those of you who don... ah, who are we kidding? Who here doesn’t know me? Geez, Mom! The stink eye already? I remember – short and sweet!
By Cristal S.about 6 hours ago in Fiction
Hippieland Vol. 4
"Keep those coconuts hangin', coconuts!" I exclaim as I end the live feed of The Hippie Beachbum Show as "Franklin's Tower" by Grateful Dead plays in the background.
By James Staskusabout 7 hours ago in Fiction
Guardian Angels Chapter 4
Akarisa groaned, rubbing her forehead roughly. Between staying up most of the day to investigate the abandoned dorm, and being unable to sleep with Kalin's very awake consciousness streaming through her mind, the last thing she wanted was to have to deal with her father. But he had concerns about her ability to handle a meeting with the Karinean council, which she could understand. If she wasn't massively sleep deprived.
By Phoenixica24about 8 hours ago in Fiction
The Stranger Who Knew My Name
The night he discovered me, it was raining. Not the kind of gentle rain that is romantic in films. That bitter enraged sort that cuts in a flash through your coat, and leaves you feeling that the sky is out to convey to you something you are yet unprepared to know.
By StoryNestabout 9 hours ago in Fiction
American Uk Air Base a BurtonWood
Burtonwood and the Girls They Left Behind (My Story & Poem) RAF Burtonwood sat just outside Warrington, flat land stretching wide, with long concrete runways and massive hangars that seemed to swallow clouds. Opened in 1940, it was built for the war effort, but everything changed when the Americans arrived. By the mid-1940s, Burtonwood had become the largest U.S. air base in Europe, home to more than 18,000 American servicemen, bustling with the roar of engines and the endless hum of planes coming and going.
By George’s Girl 2026 about 11 hours ago in Fiction
The Haunting of Lyndsey Baker
For 22-year-old Lyndsey Baker, it was a turning point very early in her young wrestling career. She debuted for Mavens of Combat, a women's wrestling promotion that has operated for 35 years, just 18 months ago, but she has already gained a lot of steam and is looked at for contention for MOC's World Championship. Everything was coming up so quickly for Lyndsey as her career was just getting started.
By Clyde E. Dawkinsabout 14 hours ago in Fiction