Stories tagged “fiction”

  • Finding the Exact Words

    The coffee shop was noisy- a symphony of quiet motors, dozens of conversations, and steady calls for espressos. It was alive, swirling with vibrancy, and chaos. Jeremy hated it all. Sitting in a booth by himself, he stared at the words in his book, and...

  • More Than A Wet T-Shirt Contest

    “I need you to stand in the rain.” I was standing on Jim Johnson’s porch with a wall of water behind me. It was loud enough that I raised my voice to make sure he could hear me. “What? Why?” I yelled. “It’ll wa...

  • Does Brian Seem Different to You?

    The doors to his room were all closed, even the closet door. The lights were off, except for a small plug-in night light in the shape of a train. The dim light suggested safety rather than demanding it. Despite all of the precautions, Brian was afraid....

  • Home is Where the Hearts Are

    Pausing at the front door I rested my hand on the heart-shaped door knob. Much of this was my fault. If I hadn’t left, I could have prevented the house’s decline. Hopefully, it hadn’t been gutted. The house was not as I remembered it....

  • Three to One Odds

    The docks were supposed to be dangerous, especially for nobles, and deadly for those without guards. Nicolai Stranghetti walked on without fear, his mind elsewhere. Three shapes paced him, waiting for the right moment to strike. That moment presented i...

  • Fool's Mate

    The auditorium was neither full, nor empty, but that nebulous half-way point where people declared that there were too many people while others complained that there weren’t enough. Still, it was more than expected for an after school event. Clus...

  • Power and Responsibility

    David looked at himself in the rearview mirror and smiled. He was still getting used to the fact that he looked damn good in his uniform. The academy had chased away the excess pounds that he had gained in college and the crisp new uniform made him loo...

  • This Used to Be My Playground

    I could feel my self clam up. My emotions threatened to overwhelm me and I forced them down. I had to leave, to go somewhere where I could deal with the news. Numbly, I heard myself say the right things, give the right people salutes, and worked my way...

  • Emergency Resource Only

    Kara threaded her way through the early morning commuters, dodging kids, and avoiding the hard-faced men that made up the life blood of the city. She had made the decision to seek help last night and there was only one person that she could turn to now...

  • Proud Reflections

    “Shut up, I know what I’m doing.” These words haunted Kara as she stood on the back deck of Pig-Pen’s house. He had good-naturedly offered to meet with her there, and while it wasn’t really clean, it did have fresh air and...

  • Every Dog Has Its Day

    “I have inside information, and you can hack. Thirty-five grand a piece. It’ll be easy.” Jason had another get rich quick scheme and Kara wanted no part of it. He wasn’t a stable guy and the only thing consistent about his plans...

  • Hide and Go Seek

    “Ninety-nine. One-hundred. Ready or not here I come!” Jim yelled, opening his eyes. Cutting through the field, Jim looked for the tell-tale white of Ricky’s shirt. The corn stalks towered above him and bowed as he pushed his way throu...

  • One Shot, One Kill

    Prey was the other guy. This was a high stakes game where the loser paid with his life. Bodies already littered the valley, grotesque colors painting their clothes. Cory didn’t plan on joining them. He was part of a team, an elite unit that pract...

  • Two Lonely People

    The office was full of pictures of a short, bald man standing next to his victims- mostly dead deer. I had passed other rooms on my way to this one, and their walls were covered with pictures of family and smiling patients. I know everyone in Hollywood...

  • Less Than Stellar Working Conditions

    It was getting hot and the humid heat always made me claustrophobic. Sweat drenched my hair and gathered on my forehead, making my face itch. The suit that prevented me from wiping away the sweat was miserable to work in, and a general pain in the ass....

  • The First Sign of Danger

    “I’m in the middle of something, whatchoo need?” I knew I came off gruff. I often did when I was busy or a mistake could cost me my life. “Nice to hear you too, Jailen.” It was Cas. “Seriously, I’m doing some w...

  • Green Eyes, Read Emails

    Jason read the email with a growing feeling of nausea. Congressmen Barnes, his boss, was going to fire him on Friday for “improper use non-prescription pharmaceuticals.” Sure, he used meth, but every aide was on some kind of stimulant, the ...

  • Timing is Everything

    Mycroft watched Kara until there was nothing left to see. He ached with bitter-flavoured need. He was well aware that he earned the nickname of Pig-Pen but he never thought of himself that way. Since he did everything online, it was easy to let the rea...

  • All the Wrong Answers

    Jason was sick. He’d been living off of vodka and McDonalds for twenty-four hours and he felt miserable. He gazed deep into the brown cloud of vomit that filled his toilet without seeing anything. His body was still caught in the cycle- eat, drin...

  • Hateful are the Wicked (Mature)

    Riders thundered down the hill, following the road that curved past the inn where Renna, the innkeeper’s daughter worked. Under the gaze of the moon, she saw that they wore the livery of the crown and though the moonlight was bright, darkness see...

  • First Encounters: Project Black Stone

    “I don’t like it.” Mr. Cramstock didn’t know who the first person was that uttered those words. The phrase passed along from mouth to ear, from person to person, from clique to clique, across boundaries; an audible illness of ne...

  • An Ill Wind

    The cool air that swept in from the sea was a refreshing change from the summer heat. It heralded the creeping fog that obscured the horizon and carried the acrid chemical smells of vinegar and smoke. Perched on the back of her bicycle, a young girl wa...

  • My Island Between Worlds

    I was sitting on a beach with soft, fine sand. I didn’t know how I had ended up there. I couldn’t see any foot prints leading to or from me. It was as if I suddenly appeared. The sky was a twisting torrent of colors- twilight’s blue h...

  • Violating Expectations pt. 1 (Mature)

    Kara returned home late in the day, exhausted from her travels but relieved. She was going to be off the hook. Tonight she could just cook some dinner, sleep, and then pick up the money tomorrow. Everything was going to be okay. As she turned to close ...

  • Violating Expectations pt. 2 (Mature)

    Kara awoke in a wave of pain. Her face hurt. Groaning, she tried to open her eyes. It was a partial success. Everything was out of focus and tinged with red. An ambient buzzing sound annoyed her. Gradually she became aware that the noise came from the ...