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Reach new audiences by branching out into the world of voice first fiction


Writing stories for voice assistants is different than writing traditional short stories. Our voice apps currently use text-to-speech (machine generated) voices to narrate stories. There are limitations to this technology.

Use these tips to improve your chances of getting your story accepted by our editorial staff:

  • Keep your story short and to the point (200 word limit).
  • Avoid the use of dialogue (does not work well with machine-generated speech)
  • Include humor where possible, especially in the form of a twist or funny ending.
  • Think of your story as a brief and humorous slice of life.


Brandon is a fictional chocolatier who writes stories about some of his dating exploits and memories of past romantic ambitions. Here’s a sample of one of the candies and the associated story from Brandon’s Passion Fruits box of chocolates.

Orange Truffle
Candy Type: Truffle

Candy Description
The orange truffle looks just like a tiny Florida orange. It’s a milk chocolate candy hand-dipped in orange glaze. The center is filled with a burst of orange-flavored cream.  This candy is all about citrus. 

Candy Story
Have you ever heard the saying: too much of a good thing, is bad?  When I was a kid, I found that out.  I liked playing baseball.  Actually, the reason I liked the game was our coach’s wife.  We called her Mrs. Q.  I had a schoolboy crush on her.  She was in charge of our annual fundraisers. One year we were supposed to sell boxes of Florida oranges.  To impress Mrs. Q., I signed up for 20 boxes. Did I mention I probably couldn’t even sell life preservers to passengers on the Titanic? Turns out I sold only 3 of the 20 boxes. My poor mother bought the rest. To teach me a lesson, she insisted I have multiple glasses of fresh-squeezed orange juice every morning. I drank so much juice, I couldn’t even look at the color orange without breaking out into hives. The following year my crush on Mrs. Q had all but disappeared. That’s when I set my sights on her daughter Emily–a girl scout. You think I would have learned my lesson from the oranges–but no. I volunteered to help her sell cookies. I still can’t look at a box of thin mints without getting queasy.

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