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Stories in Fiction that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
Snowdrop Season
In England the month of February would be Snowdrop season. February in Athens usually means something different; only a few weeks ago Grace and Alex were lounging in the sunshine outside a café in Kolonaki Square, teasing, touching, laughing together. They touched each other all the time as if they each wanted to be assured of the other’s presence. At night after they made love, they showered together and he lay across the end of her bed, holding her talcumed foot in his hand. His hands were square-fingered and palmed with pink wide nails. He told her stories of greek Gods and heroes, she smoothed his floppy black hair out of his surprisingly blue eyes, the colour of a wild Hampshire sea. They were uniquely comfortable together.
By Stephanie Ginger2 years ago in Fiction
The Wallet
The Wallet A Difficult Journey Home That girl! How many times is she going to lose me? Her teachers call her scatterbrained, ditsy, and highly frustrating. I remember once a librarian at this school told her mother after the fourth lost book in two months, "Lizzie is a sweet, wonderful young lady, but she would lose her head if it weren't tied on." Well, the last time I looked, no ties were securing her head in place, and it was still there, so that is at least one thing she hasn't lost recently.
By Lizz Chambers2 years ago in Fiction
Dancing Through the Sky. Runner-Up in Snow Micro Challenge.
Born moments ago in a darkened cloud, falling freely, furiously fluttering forward. The cold breath of life danced between the snowflake and its brothers and sisters as they tumbled and twisted together, towards the town way below.
By Aythan Maconachie2 years ago in Fiction
Tegid's Journey
Tegid stopped for a moment, gazing at the landscape adorned in sparkling white. Faint patches of green battling their way to visibility against the bitter hands of the gods. An amber hue emanating from the rectangular house in the near distance. She was ever intrigued by these extraordinary houses and fascinated by those behind their walls. Tegid continued, the soft crunch of her boots falling into winter’s gentle embrace, steps imprinted briefly in time. She delighted as crisp air filled her lungs and her breath resembled that of a dragon’s. The silky strands of her hair glistened as they were kissed by fading sunbeams. A swift and biting breeze greeted the fluffy white hills, the snowflakes swirling, entangled as though they were dancing. Most of the houses looked miniature, the snowdrifts stretching, threatening to creep over their windows. This could nearly make her forget the true enormity of the people inside them. Those who brave the Northern Sea, fighting for a morsel of what the waters can offer. Tegid wasn’t long estranged from the sea's sharp temper, however, she noticed how strangely peaceful it seemed with a silvery blanket settled all around. She felt a chill pinch at her ears and tip of her reddened nose as an impulsive gust impishly tackled. Chuckling, she pulled herself back to her feet as she reached the peculiar house. The door opened, her face warming from the fire inside. She entered, behind her the sunlight fled and the snowfall virtually seemed to disappear.
By Lauren Jane R2 years ago in Fiction
We Were
Two hours later, the space between the frantic crying of my human and the ringing of silence collide to taunt me. As I lie motionless in this crevice I barely even know myself anymore. One thing I am certain of is my memory is much more acute than that of my human, for I recall in vivid detail how I ended up here, while she on the other hand, has not one inclination of where I can be found. The wonder if ever to be found, has come up several times, but I have always been more of an optimist so I do not dwell long on this thought.
By Pōlani Monderen 2 years ago in Fiction
Sara Jayne
I remember sitting in that crowded bin for the longest time. Everyone ignored me. Soon, all my neighbors were gone. I was the last one left. Christmas was only a few days away. At least, that's what everyone in the store was saying. I didn't know what that meant. All I knew was that the people seemed to be getting angrier and greedier by the minute, so Christmas must be a terrible thing.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Fiction
Steps Forward
Drifting on the air, the snowflakes do not feel cold when they land on my cheeks and melt like tears. The wind is what bites into me. I covered my face with my thick scarf and pulled my wool hat down to my eyes, but it does not protect from the icy wind. I am determined, I have to make it, I made a promise to myself. My boots sink into the ever deepening drifts, and find slick purchase on the stones beneath.
By Megan Russ2 years ago in Fiction
Gina's Ghost
Sleep eludes me. It has wholly forsaken me. I wander through these halls all night looking for that which is lost. I look in the darkest corners and cannot find what I misplaced. But it cannot be located, for it is hidden too well. There is a cold chill that I cannot displace, no matter how many fires I pace in front of.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Fiction
The Ceremony
“Let the joyous festivities begin!” Wild applause rang up and down the valley as the Observants unfurled their banners and told the Supplicants where they could dance and sing. The Cleaners were right in front of both groups to make sure no damage was done to the wide expanse of nature in front of them. And at least they had a beautiful day for it.
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Fiction
