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

Dyeing for Christmas
One frosty Christmas Eve morning, Santa was getting ready for a day in the workshop as Christmas drew near. He had finished his ice-cold shower and dressed in his Christmas plaid shirt and red overalls for the day. When he wanted to comb out his white beard, he discovered his once snowy white beard had turned green!
By Daphsam2 years ago in Fiction
Battle of The Siblings. Content Warning.
2:37 A.M Rosalie eased the garage door shut with both palms, making as little noise as possible. The rusted latch clicked back into the splintered frame, then her nose and upper lip suddenly twitched at a familiar odor.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Rogue reborn
Time is a tricky thing. A day, a moment, a fraction of a second, can alter the trajectory of our lives forever. She was born unholy, baptized in fire and given the name Mazye, but she came to call herself Rogue.
By Novel Allen2 years ago in Fiction
When the Ball-Machine went Haywire
At lunchtime the day it happened, I was sitting sidelong on a bench with my feet up. Another boy and a girl came over so I scrambled up at once, then sat down again with a bump at the far end. I hoped the girl might look at me and say thanks for making room, but no such luck.
By Doc Sherwood2 years ago in Fiction
The Gift. Content Warning.
This is for the Vocal+Assist December prompt, hope you enjoy, I did! If you'd like to check it out for yourself, here is the link!
By Tressa Rose2 years ago in Fiction
Reaper. Content Warning.
A hand came gently to rest on the shoulder of Victor Borassus. The hand was cold, it's grip soft, almost tender. Victor shied away from it and the hand let him, but the grip neither tightened, nor loosened, it only remained as it was.
By Alexander McEvoy2 years ago in Fiction
I won’t be coming home for Christmas. Content Warning.
This one is for the Vocal+Assist Facebook group and December prompt, a Hallmark story with a twist. https://todaysurvey.today/fiction/vocal-assist-s-december-prompt%3C/p%3E%3C/a%3E%3Cdiv class="css-1htaxga-Flex">
By Natasha Collazo2 years ago in Fiction

salty truth

I still can't believe we willingly followed her out there. But I guess we were curious to know if the rumours were true about the old haunted house on the hill.

By Ruby Red2 years ago in Fiction

Braided Chain

Port of Seattle, WA, September 1912, Footsteps clamored on the wooden panels as I waited. The sun was setting over the harbor cascading orange and gold light across the faces of silhouettes who strolled the boardwalk. Local men and women dressed in their finest attire catching the last of the summer night air that now had a chill as wind gusts came in over the sea.

By C. H. Richard2 years ago in Fiction

Jimmy the Buffalo

"Jimmy take a cannoli." "Ma, I had enough at dinner." "Take the cannoli. You need to eat Jimmy." "Where am I gonna put it, Ma? I can't walk around with cannoli in my pockets."

By The Invisible Writer2 years ago in Fiction

Black Wings

In the house, they found Wilhelmina sitting at the kitchen table, one of the old liquor bottles from Kal’s room sitting in front of her. She silently poured a shot and passed it to Kayse who gladly accepted.

By C. Lea Roufley2 years ago in Fiction

My Island Dream

I sit in the beach lounge chair, enjoying the sparkling, crystal blue water of the ocean in front of me. Though the waves were inviting me to dive into them, I opted to sit in the chair. Sunbathing suited me better than swimming in the ocean. The waves gently caress the shores; the breeze whispering in my ears.

By Iris Harris2 years ago in Fiction