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

Why Is The Earth Round
The centre of the round had nowhere to find itself so it wished upon a moment, "I wish I may, I wish I might have roundness as a state of being and starlight as a friend. As we all know wishes sometimes come true.
By Canuck Scriber Lisa Lachapelle3 years ago in Fiction
Mischa
Long ago, far from the ocean, where rocky hills rolled over the horizon, a family toiled day after day corralling a flock of burly, wooly sheep.
By Emma Kate Gee3 years ago in Fiction
Butterfly Greetings
Butterflies dance with the colors of the rainbow. A butterfly the color of the sky is an enchanted sight to behold. One the color of musty brown can cause unease, and another the color of a wild orange daylily can nudge a smile out of anyone.
By Elizabeth Rojas3 years ago in Fiction
An Awkward Reception
Terry knows he’s going to brain Mr. Perfect soon. He watches, head throbbing, as the groom slow dances with his new wife, Mrs. Bethany Graylock, to Elvis Presley’s, ‘Can’t Help Falling in Love’. Bethany, Terry’s childhood friend. The woman I love, he thinks. That should be me with her.
By Kenny Penn3 years ago in Fiction
The Devil's Woman
Imogene Keene turned the witch’s bell over in her hands, running a chewed fingernail along the rim. Her other hand gripped the riverboat railing as lightning flashed in the distance. It was just a small thing, that bell, but Imogene thought it could change her life.
By L.A. Hancock3 years ago in Fiction
Goddess of the Weather
It had been centuries since my story had been told. Centuries since my name had been uttered. Centuries since the true origin of storms had been shared.
By Poppy 3 years ago in Fiction
Why the Waves Still Collide With the Shore
Long ago, when the four elements of the Earth were first coming into existence, the land and the sea fell in love. During this time, the land, whose name was Liram, was the strongest and most important element of all. With great, majestic mountains and tall, viridescent trees, Liram was home to all the Earth’s fauna. He was vast and uncharted, extending all the way across the planet as the giant supercontinent known today as Pangea.
By Gina C.3 years ago in Fiction
Why the Stars Shine and Why the Moon Changes Shape.
Once upon a time, but not so very long ago, in the history of our land, in the Dreamtime, there was no day and night. The sun rose and set, but the moon was much brighter, and there were no stars.
By Natasja Rose3 years ago in Fiction
Wanderings Stones
It is said long ago in a time when Gods walk the earth a great lake nourished the land of Timbisha Shoshone. It provided nourishment, peace, and prosperity to the people of the land. The Timbisha people grew in numbers allowing them to gather and form great cities. One day the God of Obsession visited the Queen of Timbisha Shoshone and granted her visions of the Empire she would erect from the dust. Every night he would visit the Queen filling her head with the expansion of her Empire beyond the great lake of Timbisha. In time the Queen turned mad and became obsessed with the idea. She made it her life pursuit of turning her visions into reality. She wanted her kingdom to become the capital of the world and in her madness, she enforced for subjects to erect the tallest structure the earth had ever seen. Her mind became fogged and her eyes blind. She could no longer distinguish her own blood from the commoners she had enslaved and forced them all to work. But to make the construction possible she needed stone, water and mud. She ordered to have the beautiful flourishing mountains crumbled into stone blocks, the crystal-clear waters of the lake polluted and dried out with the production of mud. In time the plants died out and the animals, which the Timbisha people depended on for food moved away. The once fresh and cool breeze that danced between the branches of the trees had turn into a murderous heat. The trees that provided the life-giving shade had been replaced with the merciless scorching sun. Yet, her eyes remained blind to the truth and remained focused on the lies of obsession. Behind her back the people would plead to the Gods asking for salvation against the tyrant she had become. The Gods didn’t care to help the Timbisha people until they had learn that it was the God of Obsession, whom had planted the vision of corruption into the Queens head. This angered the Gods greatly sentencing them to their punishment. The Timbisha people were allowed to exodus from what used to be their homelands. The Queen and the God of Obsession were imprisoned under the baking dust of what once was the magnificent lake of Timbisha Shoshone. Even though they are both long gone, incarcerated in the eternal prison he still fills her head with obsession. It is said that her obsession is so great that she has managed to convince the wind to push the stones across the floor of the dead lake. For centuries the stones have wonder across the lake searching one another. Even though the stones have crossed paths many times, they have never come together to erect the structure the Queen so deeply desires.
By AGB3 years ago in Fiction
The Spyglass. Runner-Up in Mythmaker Challenge.
The Spyglass, Or Myth of the First Orphan The house stands strong despite its sandy foundation. Miles of digging had yielded a layer fit for the necessary starting place. Now, level with the dune runoffs, a patch of grass frames the boundaries of what had become possible in such a wasteland: an oasis, home to an eccentric hermit and his flower garden. He tends to it now, frail spine comforted in familiar bend, spade in hand. A forgotten smile tugs at his stroke-afflicted mouth, but an intensity circles his irises, evidencing the internal battle to rediscover just a memory or two.
By Mackenzie Davis3 years ago in Fiction
Impression That I Get
Challenge #1 Sweet Summer Song: Pick a song that represents summer for you. Use the song as the title of your piece, and to inspire either a poem or a short story/micro fiction about summer. Feel free to use some of the song's lyrics in your piece as well. So what does summer feel like for you? For the main James & Oneg Summer Writing Challenge Extravaganza, click here.
By James U. Rizzi3 years ago in Fiction
Songs In Our Heads
It all began on that Monday when DJ Mayhem Mike from the local radio station ended his morning broadcast talking about a study that was recently announced where researchers found that when you have a song in your head on any particular day it means something about how your day will go. For most people it will only be two three lines of a song that keep repeating itself.
By C. H. Richard3 years ago in Fiction