We’ve done a lot of high-concept stories on Friday Fiction. Ones where the technology or magic is very obvious, and part of the story in big ways.
But not every fantasy story has to have such flashy moments. Sometimes, it’s nice to settle into a more personal, quieter tale.
You got to take the day as it comes, right?
Well, at least that’s the perspective of our MC. It’s a normal day for them—but quite the strange one for us. Because they’ve got the most unusual superpower.
Behold, dear reader, the following:
A lamentation told in a rolling, long-sentence-filled, almost stream-of-consciousness (but not really) narrative style about a person and his friends from our world finding a different world where things are not much fun.
Hello, dear reader. This is a story about power. Howard has a lot of it now, and his experiences with it are strange and intense.
Too strange—and too intense, in fact.
This is a story about the end of the world, and of lying. One is more obvious than the other. Sometimes, a lack of information can be its own sort of lie. A hidden truth, told in half-truths.
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays, everyone!
It’s become a bit of a tradition around here for Brandon Scott to write a Christmas tale. And this year, he’s been hard at work making sure it’s another good one.
We have a new subgenre today! For—if my memory is correct—this is the first LITRPG-style story we’ve ever featured on the site. It’s not exactly a LITRPG; it more just explores one part of such a world, but the similarities are there.
Dear reader, oh, our dear readers, the following tale doesn’t fit into any single genre. It is a fantasy tale, in a medieval land, yes. And there’s a strange type of magic that anyone can spontaneously have, for certain. That is fantastical. No arguing about that.
In our last Friday Fiction, dear reader, we had a science fiction tale where a shoe was the most important thing.
This time, it’s a fantasy story—and the object in question is a hat.
Life on Earth can be weird, don’t you think? The idea of clouds up above and bugs in the dirt we walk on. We live with it because that’s just how Earth is.
We’ve done many intense stories. Some meant to scare. Some meant to excite.
But this time, we’re doing a cozy story.
A conversation can reveal so much information. But what if we only hear one side of it?
