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

The Legend of Long-Shanks
Goody Patience had just laid her head upon the pillow when it happened. For a moment, she believed she were dreaming, so she rolled over and paid it no heed. Her eyes snapped open again the same second she closed them, however, when she heard it once more: a sharp knock-knock-knocking on the front door downstairs.
By Natalie Gray5 months ago in Fiction
Knock, Knock, Don't Let The Wolf King In
Two Falls. After her Aunt died, she got a knock on her door. Autumn hardly got anyone knocking on her door. She was very cautious in opening the door. Her pet owl hooted three times to
By Mariann Carroll5 months ago in Fiction
Surrender. Runner-Up in A Knock at the Door Challenge.
Gerald ignored the knock at the door at first. Thinking back on it later, he wondered how Max had knocked with such authority. Surely, if someone abandons you, their knock should have a meekness commensurate with the level of abandonment. This was no soft rapping at the door. It was strong, steady, and on the beat. After the third chorus, Gerald abandoned his soggy cereal, save the mush currently in his mouth. Making his way through the living room, Gerald’s threadbare bathrobe softly flapped from minimal effort. He opened the door and covered his eyes from the glare of the morning sun. He grumbled at the light’s intrusion. Without Max, he’d had little reason to suffer the outdoors. Now, here he was. The abandoner himself.
By Sean A.5 months ago in Fiction
You Thought I Was Gone
Dear Susan I would have knocked on your door, but I thought I would write a letter instead. "Look in your mailbox"!!! I am no one in particular, just a voice from your past. However, I am just as alive as you are.
By Susan Payton5 months ago in Fiction
Thorn in My Side
The nurse practitioner looked at Paula’s side to inspect the mole of concern. It wasn’t exactly on her side; the lesion in question was a bit more around her right side toward her back. She had become concerned because, as best as she could see by the acrobatic twisting she needed to do using two mirrors, it had changed in the last month.
By Gerard DiLeo5 months ago in Fiction
THE POUNDING
THE POUNDING * No, it wasn’t Halloween. In fact, it wasn’t even autumn yet. The nights were almost as warm as the days. Spring break was approaching and my boys looked forward to a week off school. Ah, school!! My mind momentarily wandered back to the past – to my high school days. Oh, what fun they were. Now, here I sat enjoying a nighttime cup of tea, while my boys, ages eight and ten were snuggled in their beds sound asleep. My husband? Well, he’d taken off years earlier. Oh well, good riddance, I always said.
By Margaret Brennan5 months ago in Fiction
Monster
I ran with no regard for the blood dripping down my face. I listened for the sound of pursuit, but all I heard were my own footsteps and my labored breathing.
By Julie Lacksonen5 months ago in Fiction
Interchangeable
Instead of her usual dry red, Lara paced back and forth with a glass of whiskey in hand, impatiently waiting for the answer. There was no turning back now. So, she concentrated all of her charm, which usually worked like magic on other people, to convince herself that she was not a bad person. She needed to. The evidence–pointing its big, fat finger at her in the form of a text thread–stared back from her phone, judging her, making that job harder than she wanted to.
By Cristal S.5 months ago in Fiction
The Enemy of My Enemy
Lottie took out her earbud and turned towards the front door, even though she couldn’t see it from the kitchen. When she didn’t hear anything else, Lottie shrugged as she put her earbud back in. Which was probably pointless because she was just going to take it out in a few minutes anyway to watch a movie. But she also didn’t care. Lottie had a very bad day yesterday and was having an equally bad day today, so if she wanted to listen to music while making popcorn, then she was going to listen to music while making popcorn. The only reason she wasn’t blasting it on the speakers was because, well...she didn’t have one. Not anymore.
By Rebecca Patton5 months ago in Fiction
Old Hags and Lovely Witches
Dear Parents of Judgement Hollow. A bloody, happy day after Halloween to you all. We hope this letter finds you all in rotten health.
By Novel Allen5 months ago in Fiction
Letters From The Front. Winner in A Knock at the Door Challenge. Content Warning.
The uniformed man knocks at her door while winter winds roll down her dusty street. With trembling hands, she takes the letter he holds before her.
By Matthew J. Fromm5 months ago in Fiction
Keyhole Peeking. Content Warning.
Looking through a keyhole isn’t as cool as it looks in the movies. Right now, I’m looking through the keyhole of my neighbor’s room. Normally I wouldn’t be doing this. Since it really violates other people’s privacy. But an hour ago I heard something from the room. At first it wasn’t all that loud. Sounded like soft sobbing. It’s almost as if someone was trying to not be heard crying.
By Raphael Fontenelle5 months ago in Fiction