Fiction
Calling all Ernest Hemingways, Toni Morrisons, Stephen Kings, Octavia Butlers, and James Baldwins of the world - Fiction is the place for your stories to run wild.
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Jax
She gives the kill sign and unlocks her helmet. Standing still, Jax wipes away the waxy balm. "My tears need a minute to find the edges of my face. If you'll please excuse me."
Christy MunsonPublished about 22 hours ago in FictionPeanuts and Crackerjack
Bottom of the ninth inning. The game is tied with two outs, two strikes and a man on second. I tap the bat on home plate. The rigid vibrations it creates reminds my aching digits that this isn't over. The practice swing only adds to the heft of mental burnout... Man on second, willing to chance it. Pitcher eyes him but doesn't give in to the dangerous bluff. I kick up dust, readying the peculiar stance I've had since the days of little league. The bat lays stiff upon my cramping shoulder. Pain has no reason to be acknowledged; it's a fleeting afterthought. The sun sits passed high noon, but the stadium lights are on anyway. They trick my brain into believing they are the cause of this sweltering heat. Sporadic clouds are motionless, they too, don't want to miss this exhilarating predicament. Anticipating the next pitch, intensifying roars from the crowd rumble the stadium... Behind me, the crafty catcher adjusts his stance and spits to the dry dirt. Behind him, the staunch umpire doesn't flinch or even blink; he knows how important his call will be. The pitcher winds up, his grip tells me its gonna curve. The release is fierce! Beads of sweat from his hair and face disperse in every direction as the force of his might is unfailing. My left leg lifts—an instinctual move that will increase the power of my swing. It's all down to my two, bloodshot eyes. They lock onto the speeding, white dot as it instantly becomes the target I intend to destroy. The swing is late, but I manage a solid tip. The ball is taking a fast bounce toward the pitcher who is recovering from the almighty throw! Man on second leaves in a desperate rush! I fling the bat to the side with a sense of urgency and make a mad sprint to the only destination I have—first base. Three defenders race inward to be the first to retrieve the skidding ball. Man is almost on third! I watch the open glove of my adversary, wondering if I’ve done enough to win this race. I switch my attention to his eyes, looking for a clue, some kind of reaction that tells me the ball is in the air and heading his way. All I see is frustration. The deafening roar of the crowd spikes! Something happens that I can’t see! My opponent abandons his post right as my left stride touches the bag. I waste no time turning my head to see the pitcher laying on his stomach, pounding the mound with an open glove. He misses the opportunity to out me and the ball has quickly bounced past him. Excitement grows! This isn’t over yet... It's become an imperative fight to tag out the runner heading homeward. The catcher falls to his knees in obvious despair as he watches my teammate make the run of his life. He knows it’s going to be close when he sees the shortstop fumble the ball a second too long. I jump up and down with no plans on leaving first base. All my chips are on the speed and agility of the active runner. His cleats dig into the dirt, trailing a dust-filled cyclone from the rapid and strenuous strides. With a thrusting dive and an outstretched arm, he lands on his chest to begin the crucial slide to home plate. The shortstop fires the ball to the catcher! It immediately begins closing the gap! Nail-biting doesn't begin to describe the anxious vibe permeating the stadium. The bench begins to celebrate even before he reaches the plate. Forty thousand cheering fans reach maximum crescendo, filling the air with a glorious sound. Everyone knows how this story will end… My teammate is met by the entire bench as his fingers inch across home plate, instantly followed by the unmistakable motion of the catcher's glove attempting to tag him out—its milliseconds too late. The ump swings his arms outward, officially calling him safe.
Lamar WigginsPublished 3 days ago in FictionToddler Pulp
“I said hold on!” Jackie said louder than she needed to. Below her, little Nicko continued to wail, holding his arms above his head. Bright tears rolled down his cheeks like beads of morning dew.
Zack GrahamPublished 4 days ago in Fiction1:23 PM
I tell you, I miss mornings, fella. I miss the taste of coffee. The feeling of a newspaper in my hand. The sight of the soft light of daybreak.
Kerry KehoePublished 6 days ago in FictionJust a Minute
"Allie, can you get the extra plates from the basement?" Mom yelled over the music while quickly pouring the food she had just spent five hours cooking into the new fancy gold serving plates and bowls.
Snow Need to Rush
I watched my breath form a small white cloud as it puffed out of my lips and dissipated before my eyes. I rubbed my hands together, blowing into them with the precious bit of warm air that remained in my lungs. My leg bounced as I stared into the cold dark world beyond the windows of my truck as they remained partially fogged up.
Donna Fox (HKB)Published 6 days ago in FictionSixty Seconds to Kill
It's easier to kill a man if you can't see his face. I could have joined an artillery unit and fired at coordinates instead of soldiers. Many men I have served with have said so again and again. 'You'll get yourself and us killed out here,' they say, 'join the artillery, shoot and scoot.'
Tomato time
My girlfriend Nana went to the farmer’s market and bought some tomatoes. I lingered on the spot on the counter that had the last tomato after she had made us dinner the night before.
Melissa IngoldsbyPublished 3 days ago in Fiction
Latest Stories
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A golden giant fish
Title The Legend of the Golden Giant Fish In the heart of a small littoral vill, nestled between towering escarpments and crashing swells, lived a community of fishers whose livelihood depended on the bounty of the ocean. Among them was an old fisher named Haldor, whose weathered face bore the wrinkles of innumerous passages. Yet, beneath his gruff surface lay a heart filled with stories of the ocean, tales of great prodigies and mystifications that charmed the imagination of all who heeded. One cold wave downtime's night, as the vill huddled around creaking fires, Haldor regaled them with the legend of the Golden Giant Fish. According to the tale, deep in the darkest depths of the ocean, there swam a magnific critter of unequaled beauty — a fish of pure gold, larger than any vessel that dared to venture into its sphere. numerous had heard whispers of its actuality, but none had ever laid eyes upon it and lived to tell the tale. Despite the dubitation
vinoth kumarPublished about an hour ago in FictionDream Chasers
It began like any other night. Sara drifted off to sleep, her mind a clean slate ready to be painted with the vibrant colors of her subconscious. But this time, something felt different. The boundaries between dreams and reality blurred, and she was in a world like no other.
Muhammad Sarmad RazzaqPublished about an hour ago in Fictionspecial breakfast with you
Alright, let's paint a picture of a morning that's just a little extra special: a breakfast with you. It's one of those rare mornings where the sun rises a little brighter, the birds chirp a little louder, and the air is tinged with a sense of excitement. You wake up with a smile on your face, knowing that today is going to be something special.
Wisnu Trilung Waluyo JatiPublished about 2 hours ago in FictionKorean tamil queen
The story of Seembavalam is a witching tale that intertwines the rich artistic heritage of Korea and Tamil Nadu, showcasing the adaptability, courage, and power of a remarkable queen. Seembavalam, also known as Queen Heo Hwang-ok, is a fabulous figure celebrated in both Korean and Tamil myth. Her story transcends geographical boundaries, gauging across mainlands, and highlights the deep literal connections between Korea and Tamil Nadu.
vinoth kumarPublished about 3 hours ago in FictionBeautiful Vinyl
Alright, let's dive into the world of vinyl, where crackles and pops are music to your ears and every record tells a story.
Wisnu Trilung Waluyo JatiPublished about 3 hours ago in FictionThe Haunted Doll
In a remote village, there lived a little girl named Rini. Rini lived with her grandmother in an old house that had been neglected for a long time. The house was known to be haunted and many people said that it was inhabited by ghosts.
dede miptahPublished about 3 hours ago in FictionWhat I dream when I am living with you
What I dream and what I want is actually just a simple thing but so priceless for me. What I dream and I want in the morning is do routine morning as a couple with you, send you to the office with a happy heart. I imagine being able to straighten your tie, wipe your forehead and face, comb your hair. We both looked at each other affectionately with happy smiles on both of our faces. You kissed my forehead, I kissed your hand, then you hugged me warmly and I returned it. I walked you until you got into your vehicle, then you waved your hand at me while sending a heart shape to me as a symbol of your love for me from the start.
The Money Box
Once upon a time, in a small town nestled between rolling hills and whispering forests, there was an old, dilapidated house at the end of the street. The locals whispered stories about the mysterious box hidden within its walls. They said it was cursed, a relic from a time long forgotten.
Jackmiko99Published about 5 hours ago in Fiction
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