Top Stories
Stories in Fiction that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
The Scientist's Daughter. Runner-Up in Unexpected Uncovering Challenge.
I was born in the middle of winter, and the birth was difficult. My father sent for a midwife, but she couldn’t get to us in time to help my mother. My mother died. My father began to obsess over the specialist knowledge he lacked which could have saved her.
By L.C. Schäfer4 years ago in Fiction
Dark Roast
I can tell a lot about a person from what they drink. So could you, if you were in my line of work. Take Mr Green-Tea-Frappuccino. I’ve no problem with ironic beards, but when the temperature’s low enough you half expect polar bears on your commute? Sticking to iced drinks is perverse. Probably a Taurus, they’re known for that kind of thing.
By Lauren Everdell4 years ago in Fiction
Cryptic Imperium
There weren’t always Dragons in the Valley. Rain began to patter stone. Dismal rock at the top of the world stretched from mountain shrubs to a precipitous drop. Ebony waters lapped placidly leagues below. The day’s last sunlight clung to the gulf’s horizon, blotted out by thickly laid, cinder grey clouds. Lucid lightning reflected off the brackish abyss; thunder growled and bellowed in the distance. The storm had come. The somber and subdued scene was beginning to be washed away by a gelid rain, like lasting consciousness dissolving a nightmare.
By Talia Frank4 years ago in Fiction
An Antiquarian's Race Against Time
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley, or so I thought… As a book collector and antiquarian, I treasured history, storytelling, and artifacts. I was on my way to a new antiques shop in the Valley that I’d heard about, searching for a specific book of world history that I hoped would complete my collection. Other bookstores in town seemed at a loss for my request. I'd searched every bookstore and antiques specialty shop in town for this treasure and my last hope of finding it was at the latest antiques shop downtown. The shop had no name — only an address. I drove my car down some cobblestone roads, swerved into an alleyway and parked.
By Vayle K Lafehr4 years ago in Fiction
Immortal Affairs
There was an unusual silence that enshrouded Bill and Karina. Bill didn’t think much about the lack of conversation, his mind much more focused on the steak dinner in front of him. He was starving, shoving bite after bite down as if he had just been rescued from the Sahara. It was only when the lights above their booth started to dim that he finally looked at his girlfriend. She sat perfectly still.
By Sydney David4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon Trials
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Dragons only ever migrated down from the Star Reaches when the winter cold reached its peak, which was around every three years. No one was quite sure why the winters ran in cycles like this, from a misting chill in our long safe valley to the cold Freeze where the snow would creep down the very slopes of the Star Reaches, and even begin to invade the gentle swamps that gave us most of our food and colour.
By Ali Howarth4 years ago in Fiction
The Compliance of Knights
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. I'm sure they wish they hadn't come here, but regret is always futile. I've lived my life evading regret as much as possible, but now, in the heat of this battle, it is hitting me harder than my sword against my enemy's chainmail.
By Nathaniel Warren4 years ago in Fiction
Divided by Fire
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. My world wasn’t always broken in half. My whispers brought them, but I didn’t ask them to do what they did, so why was I being followed? I didn’t want the glorious, fiery genocide, or the sphere of mesmerising black mist that imprisoned our entire army. I wanted to fix it. I needed to be the first to cross the Valley. Free our soldiers before Rykar’s carnivorous monsters came for us. The air was sour with their impending arrival. Time was running out; we had no defence. The man following me knew it was all my fault. He must have. I wouldn’t blame him for hunting me if so. Maybe if he only knew my reasons. Or maybe if he realised the dragon’s veil also trapped my husband. I was barely even used to my new name - Mrs Jolene Aston. And already I was without my Graeme. I had nobody to run to. Nobody to protect me if this man robbed me or attacked me… or worse.
By Scott Wasilewski (SW Author)3 years ago in Fiction
Secrets of the Dragons
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Up until recently, the worst anyone had to worry about in San Fernando was paying for their ten-dollar latte or occasionally outmaneuvering a flashing homeless man. The most vicious creatures on the streets were studio executives on the hunt for growing talent with dreams ripe for the crushing.
By M. J. Northwood4 years ago in Fiction
