Femalenarrator Stories

A toxic love affair seen through the eyes of an infinitely flawed human being.

I'm Ingrid. Mama always said then what an overactive imagination I had. "Curiosity killed the cat," she'd say in her condescending voice that always reminded me of a swirly slide, but made me want to reach up and grab that stupid throat of hers and just kill the words at their root. I'm glad I didn't. I always was a little crooked in the head too. I didn't have too many friends, and Mama was fine with that. I did have just one, but she wasn't too real. So, when I did talk to Elvira Bea Kirsten, I would get a scolding, and there would come the hurtful words- "Can't you just be normal?" I could see that she was angry with my overactive imagination, and I did feel bad for her. All she wanted was a normal child, but then she got me. Now I've grown out of talking to Elvira. It makes my mother happy- I've grown out of that too. Calling her "Mama." I am 14 now, and I am starting to get really sick of life. Maybe if I hadn't had a mother like her- I used to feel bad for her, but now I realize that she is selfish. Sure, I was always different. But you have to be prepared for that when you're going to go around sleeping with 17 different guys in two and a half weeks- you might just end up with a baby. And that baby might not be perfect. "Curiosity killed the cat," she'd say. Maybe it did, but it also set her free.

Dani never believed in grand beginnings. Hers was quiet-just a girl in a white dress, a boy at the doorway, and a moment that stayed longer than it should have. Nate wasn't talkative, or charming, or even all that friendly. But from the first time she saw him, something about him felt unforgettable. As the years pass, what starts as silent glances across rooms and awkward childhood games slowly shifts into something deeper-something real. Through porch conversations, shared silences, and the comfort of knowing someone without needing the words, Dani begins to realize that the version of Nate the world sees isn't quite the one she knows. This is her version of him-the one made up of subtle moments, unreadable eyes, and the unexpected ways two people find their way into each other's lives.

She followed his dream like it was her own - until it left her behind in the rearview mirror. ☾ ⋆ ☽ Before the beaches. Before the boardwalk. Before Eclipse. There was a boy with a guitar and a girl who believed too easily. There were headlights cutting through country roads, windows rolled down, music loud enough to drown out doubt. There were promises made between fries and faded napkins, a future drawn in ink and adrenaline. She thought chasing his dream meant they were chasing it together. She thought love was enough. But not all stories end with harmony. Some leave you stranded in the quiet wondering when the music stopped and why you didn't hear it. ☾ ⋆ ☽

two guarded hearts. one slow collision. she was fire wrapped in innocence. he was calm with a haunted gaze. they met on the edge of chaos- and learned to breathe where others burned. not only a love story. a becoming.

No matter what these gossipy magazines say, Jade is not a lesbian. But despite her cousin Hadley's advice, she's letting the label convince her to pretend to be. All for the damn publicity. It's quite the slap in the face, because even though no one knows it yet... Hadley actually is gay. And she may just be falling in love with the girl who's acting as her cousin's girlfriend. If anyone were to find out about the lies, both of their carefully cultivated careers could be in jeopardy. Deals with miscommunications, coming out, new love, and young celebrities in the public eye.

Everyone has secrets. Grace hides hers behind perfect grades and even better smiles. Kaia twists hers into rumors and wraps them in charm. Iris keeps hers folded neatly in silence, too afraid of what might happen if anyone ever looked too close. Rhea's secret broke her, and she's been pretending to be whole ever since. And Ayla-well, no one really knows what she's hiding. She's too new, too polished, too careful. But I know. I'm Lyra. I don't start drama. I don't join it either. I just watch. I listen. And I remember. They say secrets can't stay buried forever. But no one expected the ground to start cracking this fast. Something is coming apart-something big. And I'm the only one who sees it happening. The lies. The betrayals. The guilt no one speaks of. It's all unraveling, thread by thread. Not because I want to destroy them. Not even because I care. But because truth has teeth. And it's finally ready to bite.

500-word short story! Seven years after her husband is killed in a car accident, a woman sees her husband alive. This short fiction includes a plot twist that is revealed as the wife narrates.

SIX TEENS. THREE MURDERS. ONE CAMPUS. ONE CROWN A year after gaining national praise for assisting in solving the murder of a young woman, Dayyla Jones is off to college, ready to put her sleuthing days behind her and pursue her dream of being a journalist. But while Dayyla plans to drift between class and her friends, life has other plans. After three co-ed's are found maliciously murdered a few weeks before Homecoming, Dayyla and her friends think someone is killing off competition. Will they be able to stop the Co-ed Killer in time to save Homecoming? Or will Freshman Year mark the beginning of a killing spree? Find out in HOMECOMING, a campus murder mystery.

Valentine's day is a day of fools. And a day of hot chocolate, and telling off whimsical love birds. Valentine's day is certainly not a day for getting the number of a random stranger, but look where that landed Viatrix. At home, with Kangaroo in her lap, looking at her phone screen and wonder what the blooming hell she was thinking.