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Most recently published stories in Fiction.
A Prince and his Pauper 6. Content Warning.
After that first performance, everything changed, everything just blew up around us. That first Friday night show was sold out, of course – as every opening night always seems to do – but there were seats available for the remaining five shows. The first of these was to be the following night, Saturday, then the following Friday and Saturday, then the Friday and Saturday after that. Six shows in all.
By Mark 'Ponyboy' Peters2 days ago in Fiction
Right Instead of Left. Content Warning.
Vera usually kept quiet, but tonight Marigold’s elaborate fantasy of metamorphism into a mosquito made her erupt with laughter. Marigold had been interned on Serapis for stealing and consuming nearly a gallon of O-positive from a blood bank on Earth.
By Bride of Sound2 days ago in Fiction
The Apartment in the Middle
It was raining when Mara first saw the building on Myriad Circle. The clouds hung low and gray, like a tired curtain that refused to move. She had come to this city on impulse, chasing nothing but a vague sense of escape and a hope that the world outside her small hometown could somehow understand her.
By Fawad Ahmad2 days ago in Fiction
The Insulted and the Miraculous. Content Warning.
My mother and I found ourselves in one of those establishments--Italian, perhaps, or some pale imitation thereof--where the air is thick with the scent of garlic and the clatter of plates, and every glance from a stranger feels like an accusation.
By ANTICHRIST SUPERSTAR2 days ago in Fiction
Namieda
"Tell us a story, Nami". Little Joya pleaded. "I shall tell you of a young girl named Namieda, who yearned for more than just the ordinary. She embarks on a magical journey, both literally and within her mind. She travels near and far. Now she is much older and sits with her grandchildren, regaling them with her journey. Nami still wears flowers in her hair and dresses in her flowery dresses, sandals and comfortable flats.
By Antoni De'Leon2 days ago in Fiction
Bound by Blood
Nicolas Winters had taken a long time to get everything together, including a storage unit locker from a place no one would go snooping. He'd also need someone who would take care of it in his place. Who, though, could he give it to? Nicolas remembered that he had a cousin on his brother's side of the family who had a son. They would be the perfect person to inherit this curse he had gotten himself into.
By 3rrornightshift3 days ago in Fiction
Mirrors in the Mojave. Content Warning.
Barstow at 3:15 p.m. was basically the surface of the sun. It was the kind of heat that made the asphalt feel squishy and the air taste like burnt rubber. You never really got used to it. No matter how long you lived there, you always complained. Today was no different as the five kids trudged down the sidewalk like a pack of exhausted animals making their way home from Barstow Middle School.
By Sara Wilson3 days ago in Fiction
