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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[StoryStack] Addition Method
Side Door
Some doors change who you are. [6]
There was a time before you walked through and there will be all the time after. An unwanted memory. [19]
It's the little things no one tells you. "Family may use the side door." Not a request. An entrance for the freshly bereaved, curating grief. [25]
I bring her favorite dress, the one with the blue flowers. Hushed voices. Would I like to see her? As if she's just resting--asleep in the other room. It's not her. All that's left is this dress and her mask. I turn away. "She'd never wear so much makeup." [50]
My Houston chronicle
I'm from the California desert. I'm used to brown. Brown hills, with occasional hints of green. Houston was kind of a shock.
I'm not sure why I chose Houston. Well..the airfare was a bargain. But flying into Denver was the same price. The clincher, I guess, was the Airbnb in Houston that was affordable and looked luxe. I could use some luxe, living in a small apartment. And my cat died, and I was sad, and the prospect of finding a new boyfriend seemed slim, and work..please.
Was there joy to be found in Texas? Maybe line dancing with some handsome cowboy? Oh, wait, the cowboys weren't in Houston, were they? Maybe some handsome oilman?
From my landing at Hobby, I felt that Houston humidity. Sticking to myself, within two minutes, wasn't the greatest feeling. I decided to Uber to the house that would be home for a week. Passing strip malls, residential neighborhoods, and some industry, I noticed all the places to get tacos. I could live on tacos forever. California trained me well. And I was especially thrilled to see "Tacos Michoacan' two blocks from my destination. I chose my Airbnb because it seemed to be in a lively city neighborhood but two blocks from the hubbub.
I loved the house from first glance. Flowers around the entrance. Nothing like back home. As I settled into my guest suite and basked in the air conditioning, I had a feeling I'd like this place. Maybe that handsome cowboy wasn't destined for me. He'd never look at me, anyway.. But tacos were in my future, for sure. And life was looking a bit brighter, at least for a week