Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Fiction.
I Swear I Saw the Whole Thing
Fine, man, don't believe me - here I go out of my way and come to you with a story that could change the way you see the world forever and you just brush me off like some lunatic in the street. I listen to all your boring, pointless stories and don't complain, but here I see a miracle and you shrug it off. No, not a miracle, something better than a miracle because anyone can do this. I'm talking about turning the impossible into the possible, and you're going to be a little prick about it. Well, fine.
By Andrew Johnston3 years ago in Fiction
Piper's Last Song
The water over St. Anthony Falls was spewing spewing forth as if in a mad rush to make it from the Mississippi to the sea. Piper had noticed that in the last year, the once-foul water had become unusually pure; so much so that she begun to eat some of the fish she caught, rather than putting them all out for the cats.
By Juliette McCoy Riitters3 years ago in Fiction
AFFAIR OF THE HEART - A short Story
Ж ‘There’s a pleasure in pain’Ж This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to names, characters, actual persons, living or dead, places, locales or incidents either are the products of the author’s imagination or are purely used fictitiously. To the extent that the covers and pictures go, models and free pictures websites were used.
By Lady Lavinia Dasani3 years ago in Fiction
Guilty By Association
India’s heart-shaped locket bounced up and down against her chest as she ran. It was the last gift she received from her parents before their passing, and she held onto it for dear life. She looked around at what was once her childhood neighborhood. It was as if no time had passed. Colorful birds of paradise adorned the nicely manicured front lawn. The grass was a vibrant green with solar lights leading the way up to the front door. She stopped to catch her breath but dared not stay long. For whatever reason she was running, she instinctively knew she’d have to start again. The warm, welcoming red door lured her in closer; so close she almost opened it but stopped as she touched the handle. Again, instinctively she knew that if she opened the door, her childhood would be blasted open. She withdrew her hand and ran away from the house.
By Himmet Kazak3 years ago in Fiction
Find Me
Scenery mirrors on the passing vehicles and warps to the curvature of their frame, while lines of morning sunlight sneak through the gaps between buildings and trees. She leans into the car door with her chin in her palm, eyes squinting when the light plays peek-a-boo as her mother drives her to school. Her eyelashes catch her black bangs that lay down over her forehead as she deflects the suns rays that catch her green eyes gaze. 'Another new school, great.' She rolls her eyes as this thought crosses her mind. 'It's just another set of people who will immediately decide that I'm not worth anything, except to tease for their amusement of course.' She took a deep breath.
By Clarity Poole3 years ago in Fiction
The Suffering
Are they serious? They can’t honestly be serious. After everything the old bag put Ayla and I through, she still had literally no one else to even come clean up her stupid house. Why did she collect so many different things? Cows. Elephants. Hummingbirds. Spoons. Wolves. Figurines, wall art and of course some more figurines – most of which are made from something extremely breakable. The spoons might have some value; the collection is huge and some of the spoons are quite old. Do people still collect things? I can’t remember the last time I can think of anyone with collections of things. I guess all things are part of a collection of sorts – all your stuff is stuff you’ve collected and accumulated along your life. So, what causes someone to then micro-collect so many different things?? Who is going to want to buy 300 porcelain, glass and ceramic animals that literally have nothing in common with each-other?
By Sarah MacKenzie3 years ago in Fiction
Cryssarina
Truth is stranger than fiction, but it is because Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities; Truth isn’t. Mark Twain Dear Twain knew what he was writing, but I wonder if he knew how much he was right. As some of you know by now, I met my first muse on Medium during the last week of November 2020, less than four months after joining this unusual online writing and reading platform. She fell in love with my words, I fell in love with hers, and from then onwards, I was captivated by her, writing mostly about my love for her, her love for me, and our difficulties getting to be together, which generated the image of my muse living on the Moon. She lived so far from me that it was as if she lived on the Moon. She already had a life and thus imagination took me to her in Prague and elsewhere in space. At one point, I even despised the poor Moon but never the Sun and other stars that seemed to understand my plight with their rays and brightnesses.
By Patrick M. Ohana3 years ago in Fiction
The Hearts Call
Five years ago the world woke up one day and was in tatters as the long-coming apocalypse finally occurred. We all went to sleep one night in June of 2021, all of us expecting the next day would be there for us. At 2:37 am, central standard time, the Yellowstone Super Volcano that we heard stories for years about, erupted. The fear scientists had for years turned out to be justified, over half of the country was destroyed in a matter of minutes. Hundreds of thousands of people were obliterated during the first minute of the blast, a blast that could be seen by astronauts on the Internation Space Station.
By Jason Ray Morton 3 years ago in Fiction
The story behind television
Television is the device that brings an incident to our eyes instantly when it happens in any corner of the world. Television has the glory and splendor to show realistically and without exaggeration. Can you hear the voice in a box when it got to the radio world in 1922 ?!The astonished world would never have imagined that in the next four years they would hear a voice in a box and see images. But the inventors also make inventions. We are going to get to know someone who dreamed of showing sound and light in a box and brought to the world the noble device of television. His name is John Logie Baird. If Marconi is the father of radio then Baird is the father of television.John Loki Bird was born on 13 August 1888 in Helensburg, near Glasgow, Scotland. He is the youngest of four children. His father was a priest who managed a large family on a low income. Byrd had been in poor health since childhood. That's why something is playing for him Not too keen on entertainment. Byrd attended elementary school near his home. Bird has had a keen interest in photography since childhood. Many affiliates were taught in English schools at the time One of them was the Photography Bird who became more interested in it and also served as the Student President of the Photography Society. To lend a hand, Bird experimented with pictures and moving scenes with some friends at the age of twelve.At the age of 17 he joined the Royal Institute of Technology in London and graduated with a degree in Electrical Economics. He later graduated from the University of Glasgow. While studying at university, Byrd believed that selenium cells could convert light into electrical signals, so he studied at home because he could not do research at the university.He always believed that he could transmit light and even talking pictures through electricity. After graduation he joined a company as an assistant engineer. At the age of 26, he got a job in an electronics factory. Unsatisfied with all of that, Byrd started his own business producing pants instead.But he did not make much profit from it and then got down to making jam and sauce to rub on bread. Due to ill health, he had to give up the profession.Byrd sailed to see his friend in Trinidad at the time. He then befriended the ship's radio operator. The two discussed and shared a lot of ideas about how to transmit images from one place to another, just like radio broadcasts. Byrd returned to London in 1922 at the age of 34 .Although he was living in poverty due to unemployment, his dream of television did not leave him alone. He created a blueprint for the operation of a television set and did a variety of research on cardboard, electric motors, projection lamps, electric cells, neon lights, and radio valves.The year 1924 seemed to pay off for the two years of hard work he had put in. He was able to cast the shadow of a cross ten meters away. He did not have the financial means to continue his research and was in fact forced to sell and eat parts of his research equipment.Still not discouraged Bird. He was trying to somehow bring the human face and the moving scene into a box. He advertised in newspapers asking for help because he had no money for research. With the help of it, he started directing the first model of television the following year. Byrd went uphill to see the whole picture accurately on screen without any flaws.That day, October 2, 1925, was the day television came to the world. Within the next four years he also studied color television and successfully developed it. In 1929 he started a black and white television service for the British Broadcasting Corporation. It is a little difficult to imagine a world without television today. But until 85 years ago it was just a fantasy. That fantasy came true because John Loki Bird tried. The pioneer who helped bring the world into our living room passed away on June 14, 1946 at the age of 58.
By Zarinabanu Zarinabanu3 years ago in Fiction