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Our General Fiction category is for stories of 1,000 to 10,000 words that do not fit into any other category, or that would work equally well in multiple categories.

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A Special Prom

For students with special needs, this prom is an extraordinary experience!

It’s prom season, and many young people are getting all dressed up and heading to their prom. It is an important rite of passage for many teens to attend their prom, but there is a segment of the population that seldom is included in the festivities surrounding the prom, special needs students. These students are unable to attend their high school proms because of their special conditions and circumstances. For some it is...

Bad Chemistry

He had this weird magic power that caused all her good judgement to fly out the window.

Margo sat huddled in the dark basement. Upstairs, she heard the "click" of the back-door opening - opening in a sneaky sinister sort of a way. That door was supposed to be locked! Margo thought, her heart racing. How did he get in so easily? Wow, this is creepy! I feel like I'm in some kind of horror movie. How did I get to be in this situation, anyway? But Margo already knew the answer to that question. The reason she wa...

Selwyn's Fine Signs

Selwyn tries to make a For Sale sign that's at least as fine as his house.

Selwyn decided it was time to sell his house. He had lived in it for many years and had grown tired of it. Besides, it was looking rather worn. There was hardly a spot on the façade of the little house where the paint was not peeling. So Selwyn went to his garage to make a “For Sale” sign. He crafted a perfectly square sign with a sturdy post. He painted the sign a warm yellow, and in strong, blue letters he wrote, “For S...

The Hair Extension

Maura was sure the hair extension with the stupid pink streaks was evil.

Maura and Wendi were best friends. One could say they were best friends because no one else wanted to be friends with them. They were both rather depressing and morose girls in their early twenties - an age when girls should be anything but depressing and morose. Why? Well, for one thing, they weren't exactly what society would deem "beautiful," or even "half-way pretty." Maura was quite overweight - at least fifty pounds...

Bored, Suburban Style

Lucy was so bored, she felt like a robot on auto-pilot.

Bored, Suburban Style Lucy was so bored. Every morning, she got up at 6:30 sharp when the alarm went off. Then she padded out to the kitchen on the freezing cold parkay floor to make her husband Jerry a cup of strong coffee. She also refilled Tootsie Roll the cat's dry kibble bowl and gave him fresh water. (Tootsie Roll was named by Lucy's seven year old daughter Minnie.) After that, she padded back into the small bedroom...

Big Bubba

A short story i had written for an advanced creative writing class, about friends, trouble and weed.

Big BubbaBy James GersbeckIt finally reached about noon when I had enough of the day’s boredom, and decided to call Phil up. My house was desolate anyway and I needed to either get out or do something that called me away from pointless masturbation and scheduled television. I sat scrolling through the mindlessly entrancing posts of Facebook waiting for Phil when I heard the small “pop” that was followed by an instant mess...

Memories

I wrote this in ninth grade after a looong poetry writer's block. Trigger warning for self-harm.

Do you remember when you wanted to lose yourself, when you wanted nothing but to dissolve into the crevices of the walls behind you and fade into nothingness, when you wanted to say goodbye to everyone but save yourself the pain of departure by just fading away into the bitter air that frequently surrounded you, freezing you to the point where you thought the cold seeped into your soul and numbed everything? I think you d...

Blood is Thicker Than Water

Slightly fictionalized true event. Names were changed.

Reader discretion advised. The story you are about to read contains language that some readers may find offensive. By choosing to read this piece, you agree that you do not object to reading content that may be considered racial prejudice. Please note that the views and opinions expressed in this story are those of the fictional characters portrayed in the story and do not reflect the views and opinions of either the writ...

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Step Nine, Making Amends

Family drama of disrespect and lies that leads to homelessness

Step Nine, Making Amends When I was young, I did realize what was going on with my "Mother". Now I know she never really loved my brother and me. First of all, I confess that I was a difficult child. But my brother was perfect. No, that's not just everybody else's opinion of him, it's mine too. I have Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD), only recently diagnosed, and he doesn't. He was calm and listens to instr...

Tomorrow: Chapter Six

The sixth chapter of Philena's story...

“Thank you.” It’s a whisper and from right behind me. I turn to find Evangeline walking away from the kid whose locker is to my left. Adam… And he was talking to Ange? Why? “Philena—” I shut my locker and turn to him. My eyes, though dull in color, burn with an emotion I shall label as fury. “Don’t. Whatever she told you, it was probably a lie. We’re exes and exes lie. So shut up and leave it alone.” I try to stalk off pi...

Nicole arrived home from the morning shift at the coffee shop to find her belongings—what few she had—piled outside the door to her apartment. Her clothes were stacked in a heap on the front stoop. A large duffel bag with wheels stood upright on the edge of the driveway. Lying on the grass were a pillow, a deflated air mattress, and a plastic grocery bag from Vons filled with various health and beauty products. Elena had...

Tomorrow: Chapter Three

Wish we had a Realistic Fiction category... I don't know where else this fits other than there...

Reader discretion advised.  The story you are about to read contains content that some readers may find offensive. By choosing to read this piece, you agree that you are older than 18 and do not object to reading content that may be disturbing to sensitive readers. Please note that the views and opinions expressed in this story are those of the fictional characters portrayed in the story and do not reflect the views and o...

Earl

Originally written as an exercise for people watching week at a writer's group.

Earl Powell pushed a shopping cart filled with two huge bags of dog food up to the counter. He also had three pouches of bacon-flavored treats, several packages of flea treatments, and boxes and boxes of little blue bags. There was very little in the cart for his own use; just a can of beans, a loaf of bread, and a jar of peanut butter. His needs were pretty simple, but he had a lot of canine mouths to feed, and that was...

Penny tore open the card that she had already made out to Ian and added some more lines to the ones she had already penned. She then selected a fresh envelope and addressed to him and placed it in the stack she would drop off at the drive up post office on her way to work. Three Days Ago: Ian arrived at his current residence and spent a moment in his car admiring the Christmas lights and decorations he had put up. It wasn...

Jeremy didn’t notice her when he boarded the subway. He was too focused on getting a seat, scanning the cars for any spaces not yet filled by commuters heading into the city. He saw a free spot on the third car and when the doors opened he headed straight for the empty seat and snagged it, leaving the rest of the boarding passengers to cling to the overhead bars that ran the length of the car. He knew his mother would dis...