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Stories in Fiction that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
At the Crossroads of All the World
Josias attempted to stare straight ahead in a line that crept along at a miserable pace. He hoped that no fellow traveler recognized that the Wakeful One perched on the sandstone cliffs above his head was there for him. That it had been tailing him since he had embarked from Elath three days ago.
By LJ Pollard 3 years ago in Fiction
Yours, Nick. Honorable Mention in You Were Never Really Here Challenge. Content Warning.
Watching as the unmarked drone flew away, anticipation made Spencer’s fingers tingle. He loved getting mail so much that he was one of the only people he knew who still regularly sent or received letters. Several of his friends happily engaged with him in this hobby, one even going so far as to get them matching fountain pens and traditional letter paper as a Christmas present the previous year.
By Alexander McEvoy3 years ago in Fiction
The Very First Spore
Deep within an ancient forest sat a large pond surrounded by life. The water was kept crystal clear by fizzing oxygen plants, that bubbled clarity through the water. Rounded stones sat at the bottom giving frogs a perfect hiding place to kick from and newts swished with the fish happily away from the passing webbed feet of the ducks coasting by.
By ThatWriterWoman3 years ago in Fiction
How Snakes Lost Its Legs
My family and I are pure blooded snakes; We’re the originals. My Dad told me that when I was just a boy. I carry those words with me as I hunt through the jungle. I hide in the shadows of the tallest grass, and I wait for prey to crawl past.
By Real Poetic3 years ago in Fiction
When The Land Was Flat
To my son, whom I will tell a great story. My father told me, you will tell your son when you are older. It was an excellent time for the Giants and many tribes of them. They were said to be upwards of fifteen feet tall and towered into the clouds. They were living in the flat lands and lived peacefully for a while. Each took care of their own and respected the other's territory. Each tribe had a great leader that kept control of the lands. They farmed with seeds the size of man today. Their fields were vast, with giant crops that almost reached the sky.
By Sarah Danaher3 years ago in Fiction
The Myth of Twins Amu and Sy
I've taken a creative license on one of the ancient myths about the origin of Amu Darya and Syr Darya, the most important rivers in Central Asia. In an old Turkic language, "darya" means "river." Both rivers start in the high mountains of Kyrgyzstan, Tajikistan, and Afghanistan and are fed by numerous small rivers, glaciers and spring rains. They run through Uzbekistan and Turkmenistan, hugging the Kyzylkum and Karakum deserts and falling into the Aral Sea. As both rivers are extensively used for power generation and irrigation, the Aral Sea is rapidly disappearing and is considered to be one of the largest human-caused ecological disasters of the 20th century. On the map below, the original sea (Aral Kum) is marked in light yellow, and the blue on top of it is what remains of the sea today.
By Lana V Lynx3 years ago in Fiction
At Pilgrim Hospital, Chapter One
Through the ward window Presh gazed on a girl who lay bandaged and comatose beyond the glass. Sonica had been attacked. The moment Presh read of it in the Boston Standard she’d set off at once for Pilgrim Hospital on the outskirts of town, despite the late hour and the night’s pervasive damp. It was the sort of news which up until now had only ever seemed to happen to other people. You just couldn’t imagine it, thought Presh, befalling somebody you…
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
The Sleepless Giant. Runner-Up in Mythmaker Challenge.
Come here, my child. Don’t tread the snow in. Sit with your grandmother beside the fire on this cold night, lest we freeze. The frost has reached my bones and nothing warms the soul like a story retold. Did you know the waterfall beyond the trees was the first one to ever be? Have I not yet told you how it was formed? Well, it’s as good a story as any.
By Susanna Kiernan3 years ago in Fiction
How Coyote Created the Milky-Way
When the sky was only darkness, Black God (Haashch’eezhini) sat atop a lofty mesa, viewing a panorama of the void. His own face was empty, because he was the deity of fire, which consumes all. His eyes smoldered and he bore a crescent on his forehead.
By Rob Angeli3 years ago in Fiction
