Hello All! We’re trying something a bit different around here. Normally, we present opportunities for fiction writers to self-promote and readers to recommend what they’ve read/written and then we share links to those already written works of fiction with our readers.
But here at Top in Fiction we are not just in the business of sharing fiction, we are also in the business of inspiring you to write as well! So, whether you’re a pro and looking for a challenge or a beginning looking for a place to get your creative juices flowing, use StoryStack to help you out!
Learn all there is to know about StoryStack here.
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THE OBJECTIVE
Use the image above as inspiration to write your own story of any length. Whether you enjoy free-writing or giving yourself rules to follow, the choice is up to you. Just as long as you write those words!
THE CHALLENGE
Looking for a bit of a challenge and a chance to have your story featured on our TiF Press website? Then write a StoryStack using the image above. Be sure to label your story with “[StoryStack]” either before or after your story and which Method you used!
NOTE: In order to have your story appear on TiF Press you MUST copy/paste your ENTIRE story in the comments. Leaving a link to your story renders your story ineligible.
SHARE YOUR WORK
Whichever path you decide to take, make sure you leave a comment sharing your story with us, other fellow writers, and our amazing reading audience.
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Side by Side
Story stack - addition method
Two different doors sharing parallel lives. (6)
Two single mums struggling to leave the house. Sometimes it is a tie, and they share an exhausted smile. (19)
Often, one will be ready first, baby peeking out from a packed pram. They will pause, glancing at the other door, hoping everything is ok. (25)
Rarely, time will slow, and they can chat. About their kids, work, kids, home and kids. About everything and nothing. And that moment will fill their cups and make the hard days a little bit easier. Then, it is back to rushing out the door and sharing another exhausted smile. (50)
Tea At Three?
A Story Stack: The Separation Method
6 words
Challenge accepted! Richness demands much better.
25 words
“Let’s consider tearing down the drywall and insulating with sound proof insulation,” Jerry observed.
“Good idea,” replied Jenny. “Some noises we don’t need to hear.”
50 words
At exactly 8:10 am both doors opened synchronistically. Two men stepped out dressed identically. They turned at the same time and locked their doors. Tipping their hats to the gathered crowd, they entered identical cars and drove off in the same direction. A collective heartfelt sigh was delightfully heard.
100 words
“The same but slightly different,” observed the man.
“Mailbox, door handles, door knockers, transom, light or no light. Even the windows, shutters, window boxes and flowers reflect this,” added the woman.
They looked at each other with a tenseness that underlied their issue as they walked two doors over.
Peering at the next set of doors they made calculations and tried to picture in their minds how the house should look.
“I think I see our path forward. Bold reflecting confidence. Eclectic but integrated. Warm and inviting yet different and quite distinct.”
“Now, we need to get our neighbour onboard.”
150 words
“The gas lamps make this neightbourhood!”
“I’m glad we fought for them,” replied Agnes. She looked at Stan who was staring down the street. She followed his gaze until it landed on number 1772 where a crowd of reporters and young girls were gathered. “Is he there?” Agnes inquired.
“Not sure,” he replied. “They’ve been there for a while now.”
“They were there when we were trying to save the gas lamps. Did we get press coverage? No!”
“That’s all in the past now. It is annoying trying to drive down the road beeping them out of the way.”
There was some stirring as the door to 1772 opened. It quieted down again as a woman walked out and hung a for sale sign on the fence. The crowd slowly dissipated and dispersed.
Agnes turned to Kent. “Tea at 3?”
He smiled. “Wouldn’t miss it,” he replied with a wink.