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

Lightning in the Lanterns of Fortune
The gods punishment can be cruel, depending upon the law, but far more cruel is being cursed with such depth of love for the fool who broke it. My very soul lies broken with you upon this punishment my husband, but I shall never leave your side. Daughter to the Æsir, Lady who rules over loyalty , faithfulness... compassion, I leave not mine husband to face this ill fortune alone.
By Veronica Coldiron3 years ago in Fiction
Neighbours. Second Place in Microfiction Magic Challenge.
They’re feuding. Have been for months. Next time, the dog gets a bullet. She ruffles Baxter’s fur – watch it buddy – but one whiff of sheep and he’s over the fence, ears pinned, nipping at lamb rumps.
By Megan Anderson3 years ago in Fiction
The Quick Heist
Bjork slid the mask to his chin once his partner signaled the security cameras were disabled. “You’re sure this is right place? I don’t see a bank sign,” he said.
By J. S. Wade3 years ago in Fiction
Electric Meat. Content Warning.
Content Warning: Portrayals of sex. The airport buzzes soft and grating in your ear; the security line inches along. It’s not a crowded day, mind you, but there are fewer security agents than usual herding people through metal detectors; some stomach bug going around among the staff that you’ll never know about because you’re not on the inside. So you scroll through your phone, and every 30 seconds, you grasp the handle of your rolling luggage and glide it two feet down the line, on a floor that’s always a little sticky. The handle crackles against the tips of your fingers. You sigh.
By Steven Christopher McKnight3 years ago in Fiction
The Easy Job
Sheets of bank paper float on drafts of air. Wind rushes from vacant spaces where glass panes used to be. Last images of a life lost. The bank manager's eyes stare at me from where he fell on the floor. His mouth moves slightly in desperate gasps for air, he won't get. A lake of red expands across marble tiles. All of his tomorrows are gone, and so are mine.
By The Invisible Writer3 years ago in Fiction
I’m not guilty
I stared at the ceiling, my mind restless and tangled in a web of thoughts. It was the third time in a row that I found myself awake before dawn, unable to find solace in sleep. Anxiety gnawed at my insides as I contemplated the uncertain future that awaited me with the rising sun.
By 5-4-3-2-13 years ago in Fiction
The Final Expedition - Episode 1
His card read “Arthur Bletchley, Curator,” with the British Museum’s seal emblazoned in the corner. “Respectfully sir, after all this time, I don’t need your card anymore.” Jacob Malden said as he casually flicked the card into the fireplace.
By Matthew J. Fromm3 years ago in Fiction
The Pre-Supper Cookie Heist
Oliver keeps watch. At four, he could be trusted to listen for Mom coming down the hall, but lacked the required dexterity for the real task at hand.
By Katie Dee3 years ago in Fiction
The Jewel
Meet the team: The Driver: my older brother, Danny. Has a provisional license, and connections. Namely: The Crim: Will. Expert at getting in and out of places. Cool head in a crisis.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
The Art of the Heist
I've been a thief all my life. My Mama was a thief. My Grammie was a thief. Even my Daddy, they say, was a thief. I never met him. He left when I was a couple weeks old. Anyway, my point is, thieving's the family business.
By Misty Rae3 years ago in Fiction
Lost Keys
Sheriff Thompson pushed his chair back, hands folded on his stomach. He stared at Ron and Don Dumphreys across from him.
By C. H. Richard3 years ago in Fiction
Heist Most Clandestine
She leaned against the weeping willow, sipping from a fresh cup of tea, holding it in both hands as a shade against the night chill. If she could get away with this, it would be the heist of her career. Sonneteers would pen roundelays while balladeers sang her praises.
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock3 years ago in Fiction