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Stories in Fiction that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
The Veil
The Veil D. A. Ratliff The droning hum from the car’s tires rolling across the asphalt soothed her nerves rather than inflamed them. Sage Ryan had made it as far as Redding, and in one more hour, she would be in the Northern California mountains. He couldn’t find her there—she hoped.
By D. A. Ratliff3 years ago in Fiction
Ursula's Tale
I was travelling South, looking out of the window at the glorious countryside. The steady beat of the train’s engine was restful. The train sped me along towards my mother’s home. I was looking forward to a peaceful week away from my responsibilities.
By Ruth Stewart3 years ago in Fiction
The Hex Signs
The first time I saw Stephen, he painted a hex sign on my right arm, and I couldn’t move my fingers for three hours. When I found him again the next day, I asked how he had done it. He just gave me a lopsided smile, the kind when someone knows something you don’t, and I decided right then that I was going to become his friend no matter what. I wanted to be in on his secrets.
By Clever&WTF3 years ago in Fiction
Breaking and Entering
Thank goodness for the last bell! Timmy threw his bag over his shoulder, raced to his locker, grabbed all of his books he would need, and bolted out the door. The sun was shining brightly down on a warm summer day and he was thrilled. As he began his two mile walk home from school, Timmy began to skip leisurely along the route.
By Laura (Mea) Carlozzi 3 years ago in Fiction
Coincidence
I once met a man who said he knew the universe's secrets. I’ll never forget it. His eyes looked like shattered glass, fragmented like his smile. He was emaciated, dressed in a coat and beanie, sitting underneath a highway with everything he owned piled up beside him.
By Bradley Ramsey3 years ago in Fiction
Breaking the Silence
The enchanted forest was all abuzz; true love’s kiss had awoken the princess, the evil queen was dead, and it was all anyone could talk about. Yet, behind the cheers and merriment, whispers and rumors lurked in the shadows. Suspicions had been raised regarding the circumstances of the queen’s death, and the only information the Enchanted Forest’s Sheriff’s Department would provide was that it had been ruled an accident.
By Heidi McCloskey3 years ago in Fiction
Three Little Pigs vs. The Wolf
I really need to record this one... It is a simple case, but I am not going to miss a single detail before I appear in court. There are stacks of files and documents, and I have represented Goose, Grimm and Associates for too long to make any errors. Two of the legal assistants, Geppetto and Van Winkle, were sent home for the day – they would be back for Monday’s first session – but I am not done yet. There was no demand to settle things out of court. That was not a surprise with such a gruesome case involving murder and property damage. There seemed to be a real vendetta here, something that just could not be settled between them.
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Fiction
Yellow. Content Warning.
Make sure to read these first. *** A month after the funeral The first thing I noticed when I walked in her old room was the peeling yellow paint on the exposed brick. Then the small pen mark from the time a three-year-old Andrea drew on the wall and Mom couldn't wipe away the last bit. A trail of petite red stain creating a path from the bathroom to the bedroom entrance, the notches on the door frames.
By Alexandria Stanwyck3 years ago in Fiction
Nightjar
Deep within a densely fog laden forest, in a secluded area even advanced hikers dare not enter, nestled deep within the mountains, a Nightjar was perched on a branch, inquisitively observing the world below. Despite the fact that it was a warm summer evening, the fog was so dense it kept most of the heat out of the area. The nightjar's sharp eyes caught sight of a happy family setting up camp near a tranquil river, and wondered why they’d choose a spot where they could barely see ten feet in front of them.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
In Blume. Content Warning.
Jesus. Her hands are around my throat again. They're tight and my windpipe is wilting. I don't struggle. I can't seem to take my eyes off hers; cold cobalt in scorched tarmacadam. She's foaming at the mouth and a dehydrated rabid spittle has formed at the corners of her lips and it falls on me sporadically, sticking to my lashes and casting a strange haze to my vision.
By Dean F. Hardy3 years ago in Fiction
