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

LITTLE RED
Bees were buzzing! In Hublersville, things were humming. A few days ago, the countdown began. Calendars were marked. School supplies purchased. With each passing day, the sunset arrived earlier and earlier. Another school year was about to start.
By Babs Iverson3 years ago in Fiction
What's Your Most F***ed-Up Family Secret?
r/AskReddit 🏺 AntigoneInTheAgora • 10h What f***ed up family secret did you only find out about when you were older?
By Jenifer Nim3 years ago in Fiction
In All Equations There’s An Equal
I once read, “the truth is never more compelling than a lie”. But the cost of a lie is exponentially more than the truth. An internal cost.
By Hannah Sharpe3 years ago in Fiction
Run, Run, As Fast As You Can.... First Place in Tales Retold Challenge. Content Warning.
Please bear with me, dear reader. I am going to back up a ways, and try to find, in some meandering way, the point where everything began. A tricky thing, at the best of times, I'm sure you can agree.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
RAPUNZ3L
“There it is again.” FL0R1Z3L highlights the code buried deep within the layers. “Strange. It looks rhythmic. Almost like…”
By Aaron Morrison3 years ago in Fiction
Predator or Prey
I did not want to die this way. None of this was meant to happen the way it has. I lie here, blood and bile, pooling at my paws, and know how you will tell this tale. If I am to die at your hand, though, you will hear my story.
By Helen Seder3 years ago in Fiction
Ahoy Abigail
For the "Pet on a boat" prompt from the FB group Vocal Social Society (VSS) **** “Oh God, I’m gonna die,” moaned Abigail, hiding under a tarp while the boat sped across the lake.
By Cathy holmes3 years ago in Fiction
Misguided Mutt
“Now I really don’t want to give you the wrong idea,” she explains, raising her hands in the air. “I don’t want to hurt the dog. I have no intentions of feeding it or keeping it. You see, I don’t want this stray.”
By Laura Lann3 years ago in Fiction
Captain Pebbles
I wait, I watch, I listen. Yes, I wait, I watch, I listen for my two shipmates, Pete, and Cindy. I am on high alert for any noise that resembles a key jiggle. I am after all the captain of the ship. This ship that sails on dry land around town. I will usually have my head out in the open-air checking and sniffing all points as we get to our destination. Sometimes I am watching for other captains. Sometimes I am trying to get away from the music that my shipmates play, “For God Sakes Cindy! There is music after 1989!”
By C. H. Richard3 years ago in Fiction
The Three Little Pyggs . Second Place in Tales Retold Challenge.
Albert Pygg sighed and stroked the hairs on his chin as he closed his laptop. The page for the online group for residents of the Wolff Estates housing development to air their grievances about the Homeowners Association had been taken down. Evidently Mr. Wolff’s sister-in-law’s nanny had infiltrated the group, achieved moderator status, and deleted the whole thing. Albert saw that the groups for Wolff Acres, Wolff Park, and Wolfftown had also disappeared. He now felt even more terrible that he had convinced both of his brothers to move into the subdivision.
By J. Otis Haas3 years ago in Fiction
The Embroiderer and the Entomologist
How different yet similar two people can be. Two sides of a penny, heads, and tails. The Embroiderer sews life into material with a large needle, producing tapestries of great fiction. The Entomologist, pins death to a board with delicate spindles, producing specimens of the real world. One counts stitches, while the other meticulously counts legs and antenna. They are obsessive, artistic, and scientific.
By ThatWriterWoman3 years ago in Fiction
Where is the Gingerbread Man?
In an effort not to groan into his notebook, Detective Grimm grunted instead. For a second he was afraid that the elderly lady in front of him would criticize him for being rude but thankfully, she didn’t say anything.
By Rebecca Patton3 years ago in Fiction