Journey through the imagination of a child Writing Bad is proud to present this compilation of children’s stories written by children. Take a moment to delve into the fictional worlds of animals across the world. Whether you’re journeying with a serval from Africa or fighting the world’s one and only, Bubble Monster, you’re sure to... Continue Reading →
Man's Most Primal Instinct What happens when man comes face to face with death? An anthology of short stories all written about one thing: Survival. Travel along as men and women struggle to beat the odds in a race of survival. These stories are written to tantalize the mind, horrify the gut, and awaken the... Continue Reading →
Steven is left alone to go trick-or-treating on Halloween for the first time. As the night unravels, Steve finds himself trapped in a terror he may never escape.
The flash fiction short story contest winner of Writing Bad's 2020 Flash Fiction Labor Day Contest. "A Grandfather's Clock," by Eddie Vegas.
I can’t tell you how to write your short stories. That you’ll have to learn through all the other means available. But if you write short stories that are written well and have something to say creatively, then I may be able to help you get over the next hurdle of getting your short story... Continue Reading →
The last summer’s day spent out of doors. But the sky turned grey— “No!” I implored. The last day of freedom, the last chance to breathe. A yearlong we will wait for a warm summer breeze. A chill down my spine, for goodbye it will be. I will see you soon, though, under... Continue Reading →
“I’m outside,” you say. And with the gleeful heart of a teenager, I climb through the front window of my empty house, Straight into your arms and into the night. The carnival had arrived and waited for our visit. The sparkle of lights bedazzled. The cotton candy melted on the tongue, just like sin. There... Continue Reading →
“I dare you to jump off the top,” we would say To whoever had turned up to play on each day. Billy, or Rosie, or Joseph, or Mike, The boy with the flag on the back of his bike, The two older boys whose names I don’t know, Who chased off the bully who bloodied... Continue Reading →
Once Upon a Summer It hadn’t been as hot that day, not as all the days before We ran through the grass, our shoes forgotten at the door We turned on the hose and the let the yard flood With the sun on our backs, as we slay dragons in the mud We danced through... Continue Reading →
One of the jokes about being a writer is trying to explain the search history on your computer. I know I’ve fallen victim to this stereotype, thanks to the genres I write. Whether it’s getting details about a location, the effects of certain medications, or the decomposition rate of the human body, writers use this... Continue Reading →