Lit Fiction

The Cynic opens his blinds which shadow the large room like prison cell bars. From his master bedroom in the penthouse suite of the...

Mama’s voice when she’s mad disassembles my DNA, like my body is rejecting all of my natural-born organs, pushing them to the surface until...

When they asked Lucy’s father what word he would use to describe Lucy, he said “phantasmagorical.” He had trouble pronouncing the word, so it...

This story is one of the October Writing Challenge entries chosen to be a featured story.   “You really shouldn’t have come here.” The beam of Cassie’s...

This story is one of the October Writing Challenge entries chosen to be a featured story.   “You shouldn’t have come here,” his voice said. Even...

These entries from October's challenge were selected as Honorable Mentions. Those who completed this challenge are now encouraged to share their stories in the...

The act of blinking is like clearing a dusty window, only within a fraction of a second. With a blink, everything comes out not the...

It was raining the first time I left my body. Mom left the house to be one with the storm. Her shirt was still stained...

Splash. Why are you still here? Splash, splash. Why can't you go away? Splash, splash, splash. Because I am you, dear. The water engulfed her, like an animal swallowing its...

This story is one of the September Writing Challenge entries that was chosen to be a featured story.   My breath comes in short gasps as...