Wednesday, 1 April 2020

The Right Way: A Free Flash Fiction (Thriller)

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Monday, 23 March 2020

A Work of Fiction: A Free Flash Fiction (Mystery) - Lore Publication

A Work of Fiction: A Free Flash Fiction (Mystery)

Welcome to another story by Lore Publication. For those of you who are new here, Lore Publication is a place that you can find free short stories and free flash fictions for all your reading desires! We primarily publish horror, fantasy, science fiction, mystery and thriller themed stories on here for all the book lovers out there. Just as the publishers of free ebooks know that not everyone can routinely afford new books, we at Lore want to follow suit and offer free tales of fiction! Not only that but also give talented writers across the globe a chance to share their work. With all that said, do enjoy our latest publication.

Today we have A Work of Fiction; a love themed mystery to keep those butterflies fluttering! πŸ’“


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11:23pm
She sat on a ledge, staring out into the darkness. Not a sound could be heard. Not even the whispers of the dead. The darkness stretched on and on into a never ending abyss of black. The cold clamped round her shivering body. The moonlight found itself drowned out by the heavy fog. She wanted to feel. She knew so hopelessly that she wanted to feel. It was the absence of emotion, she reckoned, that grew a gloom of dread in her soul. She felt nothing.


8:02pm
It was the ending days of autumn. The sky had begun to grow darker and the night, colder. She let her eyes gaze up into the twilight that filled the brim of the dying daylight; a mirage of purples and blues that slowly gave up to the mists of the night. She sat a top a small ridge that loomed over a meadow down below. She let her eyes fall upon the spiral of a river that flowed its course in the distance and smiled. She loved it here. She felt like the world had gifted her a perfect little secret for her to keep to herself; for her to enjoy by her lonesome.


8:17pm
She heard the grass behind her rustle. It was only slight, but she heard it. She gave the noise little attention until it happened again. It was slightly louder this time and most certainly closer. She turned to her back, glancing at the expanse of woodland behind her. Nothing. She let her eyes scan the scene for one last moment before turning back to view the meadow below. The tall, thin grass swayed with the soft evening breeze. She closed her eyes for a moment, letting the breeze carry her away into her fantasies. It was only when the rustling was heard again that she jumped, turning to face a man standing behind her.


8:19pm
He had shown up. She wasn’t sure if he was going to give her that one last moment. They sat, side by side, hand in hand. They had not spoke since his arrival. This was the first time she had told anyone about this place but, deep down, she knew it was going to be her last. They simply sat in silence, watching the sun slowly set down below the horizon. In a way, as she watched it set, she was watching her end draw ever closer. She turned to him, his gorgeous green eyes had a look of astute melancholy twinkling within them. They both knew it. They both hated it.


8:24pm
She felt his warm body softly push up against her. His scent of some forgotten cologne seemed to hold her in an ever lasting moment of lust. She felt the soft skin of his lips gently caress her cheek as his hand found its way through her long, silk like hair. It wasn’t long before she felt his lips dust their way down to the underside of her neck and before long, they began to make love.


8:35pm
The sun was far below the horizon by this point. The darkness of their last night hung above them. He pulled away from her, letting his head hang into his chest. She watched his slow, shivering movements. It wasn’t cold yet. He didn’t face her. Instead, he let his eyes scan the vast meadow below. All she could do was watch. She saw it, as much as she now felt it. The searing pain of a love that could never be. She wanted to speak. She wanted to say something. Anything. No matter how hard she tried, any words she tried to muster simply chocked her. Sh watched as, without a word, he stood from his spot on the ledge and left. She turned and watched him go, navigating himself back through the woodland.


8:37pm
She sat alone. The sky was black. The stars twinkled. The moon rose. She looked out across the meadow, down to the shadows of the moving stream. She sat and wondered.


Not about him.
Nor about the future.
She sat and wondered about her story.
She sat and wished it to be a work of fiction.







Writer Information - Before You Go!

This short flash fiction was written by Scottish writer Stewart Storrar. It was originally published on the Medium publication P.S. I Love You by Stewart where it was received well. Since then, it has been published again on Lore's Medium page Lore Fiction before it was ported here to Lore's new home on Blogger.

Be sure to support the author by checking out his Twitter account here and following his work. If you haven't already, check Lore Publication out over on Twitter and follow us here on Blogger too; make sure you don't miss a post. Have a great day!

Friday, 20 March 2020

Coronavirus (COVID-19) Reading List of Free Content - Lore Publication




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As everyone is well aware, COVID-19 is spreading. With so many people going into quarantine because of the coronavirus, including my own family members, I want to do my part with Lore by providing those currently in quarantine with one post in which you can find all our content. Everyone seems glued to their screens in search of the next coronavirus update and Lore wants to distract you from the virus for a little while; so sit back, relax as best you can, and work your way through all our free content.

While we may not have much at the moment, put COVID-19 on the backburner for a while and enjoy what we do have below!



















This post was written by Stewart Storrar.


Acting as a community, Lore's founder believes that words and art are what separate us from the animals. He wants to honour that by sharing the best poetry, and stories with the world.


If you are interested in having your work featured here on Lore, visit the 'Submit' section or email us at: lorepublications@gmail.com

Friday, 28 February 2020

Forever Live: A Free Flash Fiction (Science Fiction) - Lore Publication

Forever Live: A Free Flash Fiction (Science Fiction) - Lore Publication

Welcome to Lore Publication; a place where you can find free short stories and free flash fiction for all you bookworms out there! If this is your first time here, welcome. We publish horror, science fiction, fantasy, mystery, thriller and a combination of these genres for people to enjoy. We also like to post articles to help writers improve their craft such as articles with writing tips and tricks, writing techniques, reviews and critques of stories in all formats (books, comics, short fiction and even scripts) as well as occasional writing prompts. Overall, our mission is to give writers a platform to share their work and give readers free content for their reading needs! This also means we want to help writers from across the globe improve their craft and make their stories the best that they can be. In terms of our fiction, just as free ebooks allow readers access to quality work without burning a hole in the wallet, our stories do the same thing! Lore is a community of writers and readers alike! With all that said, enjoy our latest publication.

Today we are publishing a scifi story in the format of a flash fiction. This story takes a unique perspective on death, woven in with the worries of artificial intelligence. Enjoy! πŸ‘ΎπŸ’œ



Image credits: GDJ via Pixabay



We buried Dad today. New Dad, that is, not Old Dad. It was supposed to be last year, but then all those arguments — who to invite, who to include, who would be responsible for the final service. Dad was a complete pain about that. He’s been using the same company for years, but he blames them for the mess over his last upgrade. Then he got all hot and cranky about taking another snapshot, but with those memory glitches he forgot to pay the cryo company.

That’s the trouble with cheap nano-circuits, but what can you do?

It’s an absolute devil arguing with him. He gets in a temper, turns round and remembers yesterday’s argument. Or stands too close to the microwave and thinks it’s next Tuesday. Doesn’t matter which way he faces, he can’t remember burying Old Dad. Probably the same bloody bit of hardware that was supposed to handle paying the bills.

Seriously, we all loved Dad, but life, and death, were so much simpler in the old days. When Granddad went, that was it, two strokes and he was out. No bitching about it afterwards. No worrying about whether to go cremation or recycling, which got very touchy with Linda’s kids who were doing the history of landfill taxes at school.

So here we are, ready to go, fingers crossed that no-one mentions the E-word. Frankly, I’m not going to believe it until we get into the chapel and Dad finally hits the standby button. I can just see him sitting on the edge of the casket. Saul, I’m just not sure about encryption.

Old Dad wouldn’t have messed around. Pull the plug and switch me off. New Dad got all tangled up by the possibilities of this new Garden Of Remembrance. I tried to persuade him to stick with recycling the hardware and cremating his body — clean and simple, with negligible tax. Dad was set on the Garden — Saul, it’ll be great. Of course it will be great, because the Garden of Remembrance filled his head with promotional messages. The sort of thing his spam filters should have caught, if he remembered to use them. Like I said, that’s the trouble with cheap nano-circuits. I was almost winning, but he recited the killer catchphrase and Linda heard it. 

The grand kids can come and sit with me in the Garden. And remember. Y’know?

Linda had an ahhh bless moment, but then she’s already got a dozen snapshots of herself on file somewhere. I said the only thing I could — Fine by me, Linda, if that’s what Dad wants. I can’t see either of mine going to listen to their Gramps’ memories. There’s no cognition. Just memory, and the kids can download their own copies, so really the Garden’s just a marketing scam. And a treasure trove for bloody grave robbers.

So, we’re going to encrypt Dad. Only family will have the passwords. Or that was the plan, until Linda’s youngest got himself hacked. Saul, what happens if my password gets stolen? I don’t want my memories all over the place. There’s private stuff in there. Family stuff.

Encrypt or not. Six months of that. Even the Garden of Remembrance got involved — talk to our counselling service. Dad bought into that as well, which wasn’t difficult as they already had his credit account details. Old Dad would have told them where to stick it. New Dad wanted reassurance, the strongest encryption, regular password changes, monthly integrity checks — the Garden sales rep was ecstatic until the question of invoicing came up.

So, we buried Dad today, and everyone’s happy. The password is Gramps451, because Linda’s youngest chose it. Now Gramps is under a paving slab in Linda’s garden, next to where her kids buried their hamster. Gramps’ batteries should be good for a couple of years.

I’ve updated my personal disposal instructions. Pull the plug, switch me off, wipe the snapshots. Anybody who wants to remember me can just get on and remember. Almost like the good old days.



Writer Information - Before You Go!

This wonderful edition of flash fiction ‘Forever Live’ was written by Mark Huntley-James and was first experienced at a live reading organized by Virtual Futures. Since then it has found a home on Lore's Medium page before being moved to Lore's new online home on Blogger!

Be sure to check out the author. If you enjoyed Mark’s style, why not check out his novels Hell of a Deal and Road To Hell over on Amazon!

Last but not least, follow Lore here on Blogger to make sure you never miss a post and find us on Twitter here for all our latest updates.

Monday, 17 February 2020

Poetry Mondays: 'Silence' A Poetic Dyad by Sukanya Rajan and Stewart Storrar - Lore Publication

'Silence' A Poetic Dyad

by Sukanya Rajan and Stewart Storrar



'The Void' 

by Sukanya Rajan


Image credit: ipicgr via Pixabay





There was a void,
Then there was light.

There was his voice,
His touch made me quiver.
His fragrance lingered,
Like the dew every morning,
Like the dreams that kept coming back,
Like the waves that washed away sandcastles,
Like the wind that bent the daffodils on the sidewalk,
Like a phone that kept ringing,
Like the letters left unanswered.

The birthdays kept coming.

His voice rang in my head,
Like a beautiful symphony that would be the end of me if it stopped.

A thousand pictures lying on the floor,
Do I even recognise us any more?

Like the seasons that come one after the next,
Like the unassuming traffic,
I see through the window of a hotel,
In an unknown town,
In an unknown date,
The calendar has failed me.

I need to stop tasting you on my tongue,
Like a pill I can't swallow,
Like a high I can't get,
Like a breakfast in a picturesque town left unfinished,
Like words of a foreign language I can't seem to pronounce correctly.

Every time I close my eyes,
I think I forget.

And then there is the void.






'Unspoken Melody' 

by Stewart Storrar



Image credit: MIH83 via Pixabay




It is the tree rustling in the shrill wind,
The amber leaf that falls from the tree,
The loose rock from the rigid cliff face,
The rogue cloud in a clear sky.

It is the smouldering ash,
To the raging flames.

The mighty sword,
To the broken shield.

What I am is your perfect chaos.

The chaos you refuse to face.







The first poem, The Void, was written by Sukanya Rajan.
The second poem, Unspoken Melody, was written by Stewart Storrar. Together, Sukanya and Stewart wanted to try something different and thus a Poetic Dyad was born! Enjoy!


This post was brought to you by Lore Publication's weekly series 'Poetry Monday' where we publish poems from talented writers across the world, giving them a platform to share their work. Acting as a community, Lore's founder believes that words and art are what separate us from the animals. He wants to honour that by sharing the best poetry, an art form of the word, with the world.

Every Monday, Lore will publish a free poem to read. Poems will be published on a range of topics from love poetry, dark poetry, gothic poetry, inspirational poems, motivational poems and more. Be sure to check back next Monday for a new poem.

If you are interested in having your poem featured here on Lore, visit the 'Submit' section or email us at: lorepublications@gmail.com

Monday, 3 February 2020

Poetry Mondays: 'Ancestor's Spirit' by Stewart Storrar - Lore Publication

'Ancestor's Spirit' A Poem

by Stewart Storrar


Image credit: voltamax via Pixabay




The eternal flame of a thousand years,

Of all that has come before you,

And all that will succeed you,

Burns like a totem to all that has been lost,

And as a beacon to that which will be found,

Become a phoenix of fires past,

Risen up to forge a future from ash,

To claim a life from death,

To continue a tale of countless souls,

Passed down to spark your fire,

To burn your totem of loss,

Ignite your beacon of hope,

In a generational tale of families joined,

Over lover's sorrow,

Over blood spilled,

Over hope shared,

To breathe life into the legacy,

Of the Ancestor's Spirit.


To breathe life into your legacy,

For your Ancestor's Spirit.






This poem was written by Stewart Storrar.


This post was brought to you by Lore Publication's weekly series 'Poetry Monday' where we publish poems from talented writers across the world, giving them a platform to share their work. Acting as a community, Lore's founder believes that words and art are what separate us from the animals. He wants to honour that by sharing the best poetry, an art form of the word, with the world.

Every Monday, Lore will publish a free poem to read. Poems will be published on a range of topics from love poetry, dark poetry, gothic poetry, inspirational poems, motivational poems and more. Be sure to check back next Monday for a new poem.

If you are interested in having your poem featured here on Lore, visit the 'Submit' section or email us at: lorepublications@gmail.com

Monday, 27 January 2020

Poetry Mondays: 'Truth's Disguise' A Poem by Stewart Storrar - Lore Publication

'Truth's Disguise' A Poem

by Stewart Storrar


Image credit: Davindiovich via Pixabay




What is this?


Is this your own truth?
Or are you pulling the veil of lies,
over your life's bride.



Are you sworn down this path?
Sworn to these lies, this falsehood?
Or does fate plan while the gods of faiths alike laugh?


What is this?
But the life you created,
Your reality spun into a veil false truths now a curtain.


Is this a curtain of blind indignance?
Or a curtain of wondrous mystery?
A curtain of false truth?
Or one of a new hope?


Does this curtain belong to you?
Or a curtain that belongs to someone else?

You know what this is.
Will you continue to choose it?








This poem was written by Stewart Storrar.


This post was brought to you by Lore Publication's weekly series 'Poetry Monday' where we publish poems from talented writers across the world, giving them a platform to share their work. Acting as a community, Lore's founder believes that words and art are what separate us from the animals. He wants to honour that by sharing the best poetry, an art form of the word, with the world.

Every Monday, Lore will publish a free poem to read. Poems will be published on a range of topics from love poetry, dark poetry, gothic poetry, inspirational poems, motivational poems and more. Be sure to check back next Monday for a new poem.

If you are interested in having your poem featured here on Lore, visit the 'Submit' section or email us at: lorepublications@gmail.com