Lit Fiction

Haunted. A word I have never been able to understand. As a child, I made up stories of ghosts and ghouls, just for the...

Like the environment they lived in, the enemy was harsh.  Dry and destructive, they used their sheer numbers to push back the liberators threatening...

Barnabus Croft would be lying if he said his bones weren’t made out of branches. Clean branches, like the ones that would wash ashore...

Liquid the color of passion drips from punctures made by the flowers on the wall that beg her not to leave their enclosed home. ...

I loathe New York City. Sure, it has flashing billboards that act like strobe lights at a nightclub in Times Square. Sure, it has stupid...

She could remember the days of endless grass, soft and alive. She could remember the lake—welcoming, ready to embrace her. She could remember the...

These 100-word stories from March's challenge were selected as Honorable Mentions. Those who completed this challenge are now encouraged to share their stories in...

The day they came, that was the real surprise. To hear it was louder than the popping of birthday balloons. To see it was more horrifying...

"Eclipse" by Rachel Schreiber is one of the February Writing Challenge entries that was chosen to be a featured story.   I grabbed his hand...

"Almost" by Chloë Jessica is one of the February Writing Challenge entries that was chosen to be a featured story.   “No!” She cried. “I’m...