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Stories in Fiction that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
The Boy in the Tree. Content Warning.
The boy climbs into the branches of the tree and sits. He glowers in his black hoodie. He has positioned himself so that he cannot be seen from the road. He wants to look out but remain clandestine to others. He likes the power it gives him to see but be unseen. He has limited experience of control, it being robbed from him more often than not. It is intoxicating to feel in charge of his actions and tonight, he has a secret purpose and is composing himself for its execution. His weapon lays by the tree's roots, somnolent but ready to roar.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Adventures of Ishani
The office was quiet. But then again, it was 03:27 in the morning so there was no reason why it wouldn’t be. From where she sat in the square leather armchair, she had full visibility over Hoss quietly pacing up and down the hallway outside. They would have enough warning in case something went sideways; thank god for modern office design and their obsession with glass-everything.
By Shilan Aliyali2 years ago in Fiction
Maternal Instinct. Second Place in Unspoken Challenge.
You failed today, grandly and spectacularly. I watched you on that stage as they announced the election results, stood tall, pristine and stoic, the youngest and brightest button amongst a load of stuffed shirts. No other voice had been as honest, genuine, or well-meaning; no other campaign had been forged with such heart.
By Caroline Jane2 years ago in Fiction
Silent Pleas
At first, it didn't feel real. I felt as if I had woken up in a dream. I could smell fresh linens, as if mother had emptied the dryer that morning. I could almost hear her footsteps coming up the stairs as I came to, ready to be greeted by the fresh scent of ground coffee.
By Amber Bristow2 years ago in Fiction
The Frame
Evelyn leant against the wall, an empty hook above her, a frame three feet from her lay on the ground looking a little more tattered than moments before. It contained a photograph from four years prior of herself and her only love, Henry. Her heart was racing, her mind confused - this was the second time the photo had hurled itself backward off its hook. “Are you there, love?” she thought, focusing on trying to bridge the void between the world and the other side. He’d been gone for two years, three months and 17 days now, yet she could still feel his hand in hers, butterflies in her stomach as though it were the first time 61 years ago. “If you’re there, do it again,” she silently dared him. She braced herself as she rehung the picture. Nothing. She sighed and wandered into the kitchen to make herself her 10:00am international roast coffee. Just as she was opening a packet of scotch finger biscuits to have on the side, *THWACK!* the biscuit packet split open wide as Evelyn jumped through the roof. She dared to glance into the living room. Sure enough, the picture frame was in the middle of the room, face up, perfectly centred with Henry’s shining eyes looking directly up at a photo of the two of them together on their wedding day. “What a beautiful day that was, love. The happiest day of my life,” Evelyn urged through the void. With that, the lamp beside the couch flickered. Evelyn’s grandchildren had told her that the morning Henry had passed, they had all experienced varying power failures at their houses. They’d speculated it was Henry’s sign that he was still somewhere in the universe, a play on their surname of “Power.”
By Renessa Norton2 years ago in Fiction
What to Believe?
You probably won’t believe what I’m about to tell you, and I can’t say that I blame you for being skeptical. Really, with all this disinformation floating around the web, it’s hard to know what’s real. For example, did you know Elvis is alive and living in a trailer park outside of Vegas, and how about all those pictures of Bigfoot? If it’s on the internet it must be true, right?
By Mark Gagnon2 years ago in Fiction
Hell is a Waiting Room
She detested waiting rooms. All of them. Even the most pleasantly appointed rooms were awful and no one was ever glad to be there. They were always swirling whirlpools of anxiety and anticipation as people waited for whatever fate would befall them upon the calling of their name.
By Christine Meush2 years ago in Fiction
Chance
The Prompt Convey a deep conversation between two individuals without uttering a single word aloud. Chance He had been listening to "The Crossing" by Big Country before he came out, he loved the guitar sound and the e-bow and those songs would never leave him. He played that album almost every day.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
