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Stories in Fiction that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.

Holly Jolly Christmas
Holly slides her hot chocolate to one side and scowls. “What? You know I’m right,” says Martha, tipping four sachets of sugar into her coffee and stirring the drink round and round.
By Caroline Craven2 years ago in Fiction
The Peasant and the Witch
Once upon a time, there was a modest country village. This village was largely independent, with a community of villagers who were poor but hardworking and content. In this village lived a woman named Fidele. She was beloved because of her cleverness and diligence. They often sought her out to consult her on difficult problems. Fidele, who was usually happy to help, recently found herself tired and overworked with the village's latest issue.
By Alyssa Denard2 years ago in Fiction
The Threads That Connect Us
The wizard weaves and eyes his shimmery threads. He sees where the man is, and where he must go, but how to get him there? He contemplates the other string blocking the man’s path but knows he cannot move it. The wizard sees that there is only one option. He grabs the man’s string and tugs it. The man pitches forward, stumbles, and falls.
By Clever&WTF2 years ago in Fiction
The Christmas Bet. Content Warning.
Santa and Krampus were playing their regular Friday night poker game. Santa was down a couple of thousand dollars. He couldn’t figure out how he was losing when he had some pretty good hands, but Krampus would win with a slightly better hand each time. Just this last hand, Santa had 3 Queens and was sure he’d win, but no, Krampus won that hand with four deuces. Santa was broke and out of a bankroll but still wanted to gamble. So, knowing better, he still suggested a final hand.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Fiction
Santa's Little Helper
Written for the RM Stockton's (unofficial) A Haunted Christmas Prompt Challenge. Win prizes! See all the details below.
By Lamar Wiggins2 years ago in Fiction
The Duet
Prelude I'm just finishing up my last class of the day, composition, my brain feeling like it's been fried, turned inside out, and double fried by the riddles of music theory when a text from Olivier, my program director, lights up my phone:
By Ava Mack2 years ago in Fiction
Here's to Your Happiness. Content Warning.
Quivering fingers tapped the scarred mahogany bar, and Rudolph signaled the barkeep to refill his shot glass. He held the glass aloft and said,
By J. S. Wade2 years ago in Fiction
The Red Man
Nowhere… Nowhere to run. It’s over… He’s here. In the end, The Red Man comes for us all. No one can escape his chase, none are able to outrun his timeless wrath. My time has come, he found me, this is the end for me…
By Savannah K. Wilson2 years ago in Fiction
There's No Words to Describe the Feeling.
She looked at him, bloodshot eyes damp from the salted tears sliding down her cheeks into the inner corner of her mouth as she tried to hold the rest of them back.
By Gabbie Speirs2 years ago in Fiction
Elf On The Run
This story was written for RM Stockton’s Challenge. Click here to learn more. It’s official! The front door shut, and the car left the street. I’m home alone for the first time on Christmas Eve with cozy, holiday socks on my feet; the ones with an Elf on the Shelf printed on them. I’m also wearing the matching pajamas too.
By Real Poetic2 years ago in Fiction
Only Time Will Tell
“Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo.” “Shut that bird up!” Felix shouted. “You love that old clock,” Leona said. “No, you love that clock, I wanted to burn it for firewood years ago,” Felix muttered.
By Raine Fielder2 years ago in Fiction
Go On, I Dare You
Eggnog. Nope, allergic to dairy. Hot buttered rum? What did I say? Ecologically cool gift exchange? Nope. Santa is thinking COAL. Being naughty is a true contradiction of Santa's nature; huh? You don't believe? Look in your stocking that was passed down to you from great Who & Who and if you find coal, you AND Santa are guilty.
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)2 years ago in Fiction