Category: Fiction

Image Curve is one of the best online short story publishers, taking a modern approach to sharing fiction over the internet.

We love reading well-written, unfiltered, contemporary fiction by creative people of all backgrounds. We love the classics and pay them a visit often, but we want to be on the cutting edge of current fiction. We want to observe, empathize and contemplate how our collective global society digests the world and then spits it out. Most importantly, without the filtering machine of agencies and publishers that only select marketable works.

We believe free thought is on the brink of extinction. It is up to us to save our creativity from rigidly structured rules – from pay-per-word arrangements that kill original ideas. We are centered around something else: people, stories, ideas, sentences, phrases, words, letters and sounds. We cherish their random flow through lives of families, friends, and utter strangers. We bind them into tales and share them with all of humanity.

We are an outlet for all. We believe ordinary people need fiction as much as water. Save literature. Save it from capitalism, communism, alcoholism and all the -isms that try to shape the written word into their own design. Free thought is not quite free in out mercantile times. Let us use this space to introduce freedom, to let literature flow freely, everywhere, to everyone. We strive to be the place where all varieties of writers can mingle – wearing a mask if they choose to. We are a blank sheet for all to express their ideas, without middlemen.

Murder Story 0

You Killed Them

Murder Story Rain falls surrounding Ben. It drips from his nose and hair as it pours. He stands unmoving, staring down at the headstone of his father and mother on the three-year anniversary of...

fiction on war 0

Fixed On War

Short Story   Face down in the mud, I dragged myself through thorns and thickets of shrubs. The damp was seeping into my boots, and the chill biting at my flesh. My men surrounded...

short story about struggles in life 0

O is for Orphan

It seems that the sea is home after all. I labored on the churning brine since boyhood, hauling in the bulging nets, scraping my hands on the antiquated equipment, lulled to sleep by the...

short fantasy fiction 0

Weep and You Weep Alone

Trash up to your ankles. That’s what it’s like in the alleys around here. The dejected, the lonely, the ghosts. We all live in them. Camouflaged with garbage. You almost never see us, not...

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Esperanto

Chapter 3:   Rooms are, when leaning towards the optimistic end of the spectrum, filled with air. Air crisp and plentiful, and reassuringly breathable, except for the times it suddenly isn’t. To Augusto, the...