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Our drama category is for fans of stories filled with feeling, focusing on strong dialogue and well-rounded character development. Tragedy is a common theme, with gritty, realistic emotions driving the story. Readers are given clear insight into characters' thoughts and taken on a deep and sometimes courageous journey. Please send in your dramatic fiction or take a look at one of the emotive entries below.


Even The Clocks Stopped

Honoring a promise is harder than we realise, but it is a necessary tool in the healing process.

The rickety old porch swing creaks under my weight as I rock myself gently to and fro. The sound comforts me as it rips harshly into the painful silence of the night. A nerve-numbing tingle spreading through me from the hard wooden slats reminds me of just how long the drive up here was. I shift uneasily, my hand wrapped protectively around the brass key that will unlock the door to a place...Read On


Hearts Torn Asunder (Part One)

Sometimes when hope is lost it's hard to get it back...

Do you think the world would notice If one flower failed to bloom? Or if one snowflake melted Before it touched the ground? Never being given the chance to find Its place beneath the sun. *~*~* “I don’t see a heartbeat," I said with an understated urgency as my searching eyes darted between my husband, my doctor and the monitor. "I don’t see a heartbeat!” I got...Read On


Hearts Torn Asunder (Part Two)

Even in our darkest hour there is always a chance that hope will shine its light in our hearts...

“Hello.” I continued to chop the coriander, cradling the phone against my shoulder. “Yes… it is she. How may I help you?” The knife clattered to the ground as the news I had just been given knocked the air from my lungs. “No. No… it can’t be. There must be some mistake…” There had been no mistake. I listened in silence as the person on the other end continued to feed me details in...Read On


Beverly on the Bayou

Beverly arrives at the township of Timothy.

The small town of Timothy was quite different than Beverly Arceneaux expected. On her way down from Baton Rouge, the Acadian communities were dirty and absent of business or population. In Timothy, by contrast, the main street was active and tidy. The small town hall had a landscaped front lawn and down the road was a nice family park. There was even a new diner that had apparently opened...Read On


Home Is Where the Heart Is - Part Three

A father toiling beneath a sky of gruesome darkness  Merciless sun on his back, a storm in his heart.  A mother burying her child with dignified acquiescence,  Body too beat-down to spare more than a single tear.  A child marching with a village song in his heart  Cold comfort found in a loaded carbine on his back.  A country raped, blood...Read On


Scattering Apart

Jin looked out over the city from the rooftop of one of the tallest buildings in Seoul, it was a breath-taking sight. And he hated it. He hated the crowds. He hated the busyness. He hated the noise. He hated the tall buildings. ‘Skyscraper’, such a simple, yet symbolic word – to scrape the sky. Is that our way of letting God know that we’re here and we’re trying our best to touch Him? Or...Read On

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Into the Night

The final refuge.

Telephone poles whipped past her, each separate in her headlights but blurred and indistinct. The girl was traveling north. She drove the speed limit along the two-lane federal highway. Into the night she drove once more. Alone, heading towards the big city. The highway stretched out ahead and ghostly phantoms of imaginary treelines wavered in her peripheral vision alongside her...Read On


Time and Tide

“Hattie!” she shouted out with excitement. “You didn't!”

“Ronnie, I got them!” Harriet Mitchell bounded up the steps to her friend's front door waving a nondescript white envelope above her head. “They came this morning!” Veronica Pickles, 'Ronnie' to her friends stood in the open doorway of her Belgravia town house, a puzzled frown on her pretty, young face. “What came this morning, Hattie?” Harriet's face was flushed with excitement as...Read On


We Are Not Poetry: A Sorrow Song

...And I almost became your poem.

You speak to me in beautiful words. You are so well read. That is two of the things I love about you. Those are just two things pulled from thousands. You are like poetry to me. Sometimes when you speak, even I feel like a poem. It is an easy trap, covered by music and the heady scent of our favorite flower—of us. However, I have seen your cracks. I have seen your jagged edges. I have...Read On


Picture Perfect

A picture tells a thousand words, but can hide the darkest truths.


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Fifty Years On

Gaze fixed on her phone, Jaz read the email again without taking in a word. She squeezed Tish’s hand, her grip tightening when raucous laughter exploded from the four men sprawled on the seats diagonally opposite. “I mean, look at ’im. Fuckin’ poof.” Tensing, Jaz looked up to see the man in the outside seat facing her, lean across the table and send a beer can clattering to the floor....Read On


Back To School Challenge: After They'd Flown

When ‘Back to School’ becomes a thing of the past

Left, right, left, right… keep going, keep breathing. Her chest burned, rasping breaths tearing her parched throat. Still, she battled on. Left, right, left, right… Pumping dance music pounded her ears but she’d long since abandoned keeping time to the beat. Now, it was merely a distraction, a way to drown out slap of feet on the tarmac and the racing thump of her bursting heart. “Must...Read On


My Little Mystery Part 3

Cricket has doubts about Cal, but finds something great.

Cricket sat on the patio at the rear of her estate on Long Island watching her wolf pack frolic. Cal Henderson, her wolf pack caretaker, played amongst them. They were happy and accepted Cal as a member. Their quick acceptance of Cal had Cricket mystified. Who was this man? Where did he come from? Why did the pack accept him? These questions assaulted Cricket every day. There was one...Read On


My Little Mystery Part 2

Cricket falls for her new caretaker and almost loses her company.

Emily Truesdale woke up looking out her bedroom window, as the sun rose over the ocean. The bedroom in her estate faced east to catch the morning sun. She loved this time of day, as everything around her stretched and woke up with the sun rising. It meant a new beginning for her day. She had through manipulation, fraud and death become the head of Wolfs Head Oil. It was not a job she...Read On


A Tribute to Brock

We stood there for a long time, just looking into each other's eyes.

This is a tribute to my wonderful dog Brock. It doesn’t seem that long ago that I was going to the dog pound to see if I could find an Airedale terrier. I had fallen in love with the breed when a friend of mine brought her Airedale to my house while visiting me. He had been one happy-go-lucky guy, and made a great impression on me. So years later, I had gotten a part Airedale-part...Read On


The Story Behind My Little Angel

This is the story behind my poem My Little Angel.

This is the story surrounding the beginning of my family. I was born and raised in Central Massachusetts. My wife was born in Germany and came to this country as a displaced person from World War II. We grew up around the corner from each other and went to school together. I never dated her until I came back from serving my country during the Vietnam War. We got married on June 5, 1970, in...Read On


My Little Mystery Part 6

Cricket and Monica disappear and things change fast.

Cricket woke up feeling sore all over. The room was dark and cold. She was in a bed, surrounded by blinking machines with beeping noises. She didn't know how she got there or where she was. There were needles stuck in both arms and her head covered in bandages. Her mind was blank and dark like the room. The last thing she remembered was talking to Mr. Wagner on her cell phone. She realized,...Read On


Night of Hot Knives

Keep the grill burning for later

It started out as usual. Murphy announced the specials for the night.  "We got your appetizers. Two of 'em, as usual. Frijoles Charros which is just heirloom beans with some applewood smoked bacon. Push that. Chef got too much bacon this week. It's gotta be used. He stared at Jesse, expecting her to mouth off. Not this time. "So, going on, we got the other one. Ostiones Empanizados....Read On

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After the Revenge

After violently avenging the murder of his family, a man questions his own morality.

The question was whether I should kill him very slowly or just slowly. He was sitting on the ground badly injured after his fall. His back was propped up against the base of a large rock. I kept my revolver aimed at his chest. I was standing about ten feet away. “Ya gotta be hubbie, right?” he asked. “Cause ya sure don’t look like no cop or ranger.” “Yes,” I responded. “I’m the husband.” ...Read On


Home Is Where the Heart Is - Part Two

Without deception or disguise  Bodies tingling without a touch  They danced together as lovers dance,  To the rhythm of music only they could hear  Bodies not touching, yet souls intertwined  Passions flaring like a white-hot flame  As they bared their souls, a pact was made  They were but prisoners to their own desires  Bound within the...Read On

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The Washing Machine Man

It's up to me to convince Dad to change...

"Me?" I asked my sister. "Why do I have to do it?" "I think he'll listen to you." "When has he ever listened to me?" I asked her. "And what about Mum?" "Mum's too upset, she can't think straight." "Oh, OK. I'll have a go but I can't promise anything." "I know," she said. "Just try, the nurses are getting fed up with him." "I'm not surprised." "Good luck, Steff." "Oh thanks," I told...Read On


The Nurses

On her Fifteenth Birthday, Katarina celebrates the first day of her adult life.

This is the first chapter of a book I have been working on. If you like it, please let me know in the comments box below. If not, then please say what you don't like in the same place. Thank you.     Berlin. April 9th, 1933: A New Day In the heart of the city, Katarina Langsdorf was waking to the start of a new day, a special day, for today was her fifteenth birthday.   It was...Read On

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The End

Tragedy can either draw people together, or push them apart...

~ The End ~ Becky Patterson sat in the dimly lit room, her head bowed slightly, staring blankly into space. She neither knew nor cared how long she’d been there. Finally she heard a light rap on the door, which opened before she could respond. “Excuse me, Ms. Patterson? Everything appears to be in order, and we need to — time is of the essence —” “Of course,” she said in a...Read On


My Little Mystery Part 4

The foursome meet Mr. Wagner and become mentors to Natasha.

Monica and Stefan got together in the last part, now introduced. Who was Monica? She was the same age as Cricket. Cricket and she were best friends at the Bard School. Monica was the same height as Cricket and the same size. She claimed she was not beautiful, just a plain, simple girl. Her hair was brown, long, and straight. Her eyes were brown and sparkled when Stefan approached. She...Read On


First Christmas

But, she had never celebrated Christmas before.

“Mommy,” his small voice was shaky as he stood in the doorway of his mother’s room. As she did most nights, Simone had fallen asleep sitting up with her back against the wall, surrounded by a sea of open text books and study notes. She heard the call but it was lost in the midst of a dream and the beautiful cries of violins. The dress she wore swayed as she danced. The tall, dark...Read On


All Alone

Heartbreak and healing

I notice you standing on the corner, looking lost. As I make my way over to you, I notice your sparkling blue eyes on the verge of tears.  "Are you okay?" You look at me, and the tears escape. "I'm all alone." I stop fully and whisper back, “No, you're not.” I can see the fear and uncertainty on your face and in your eyes. I take your hand and say, "Come, walk with me, tell me...Read On


Maria's Chance To Celebrate

Whoever said girls like her never amounted to anything never met Maria...or her daughter Rose...

Maria would never amount to anything. Girls like her never did. It wasn’t like she really had any choices, that’s just the way things were and everybody with any sense knew it. To think otherwise would be mere folly. Girls in her part of town never amounted to anything. The best she could hope for was to find a good husband some day, and hopefully escape the welfare system life she knew all...Read On


My Life

How my life began

Okay, so last night my wife and I get the kids to bed fairly early and have some time to relax. We have 4 or 5 episodes of Private Practice on the DVR. We like Grey's Anatomy, this is the spinoff. She has always liked this show, for me it's been just okay. Until last night. We actually watched three episodes and they were all very good. One of those episodes dealt with a pregnant woman who...Read On


Wishful Thinking

Beginning life again at the expense of the one you love

Jump in, she says, it will renew you. I dive into the blue water. It’s cold. English seawater is always cold. It is dark down here, I can’t see, but I can feel. I feel her splashing beside me, reaching for my hand. Her fingers are so small. Make a wish, she says. I like her, but I’m scared. Wouldn’t you be scared diving from a cliff into this floating world of darkness? I have to pull...Read On


Before My Eyes

My first story.

My eyelids are sealed shut with a dried mix of sand and saltwater, courtesy of the scalding sun. It’s so quiet, save for the waves surging over the packed sand, and the occasional frenzy of caws and flapping wings as the native birds duel over who consumes the next meal. It’s the strange silence that causes me to finally overcome my exhaustion and attempt to open my eyes-I’m a city girl who...Read On