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Stories in Fiction that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
Governments Best Friends
We've all seen them, perched on high wires or rooftops, staring at the world below. Crows congregate in small groups, and when one departs the murder, another quickly takes its place. Have you ever asked yourself what they are looking for and who they are reporting their observations to?
By Mark Gagnon5 months ago in Fiction
I've Always Been Near
Thank you for inviting me to your Unofficial Vocal Challenge, RHC! Greetings, sweet morsel. You've never seen me before, but I know you quite well. I have been with you for 2 years, 11 months, and 28 days. You haven't bothered to notice, but our third anniversary is coming, right along with your mother's death. But I've watched you since the day you were born. Before mummy wasn't there to protect you...I was always near.
By Hope Martin5 months ago in Fiction
Knock Knock
Decked out in fleece sweats, sitting on a newly purchased faux leather sofa in a retro brown, Mereille looks around. Not too bad. Boxes fill the room but she’s managed to find a packet of microwave popcorn. Bayou lays curled at her feet, snoring lightly as she shovels a handful of movie-style buttered popcorn into her mouth. Just as she lifts a plastic cup of Zinfandel, a knock at the door, startles both the phone and wine out of her hands.
By Cathy Schieffelin5 months ago in Fiction
I am Bexley: The Bloodletters Scourge Chapter 28 Fish
This journey has truly made me feel the full weight of what tired actually means. There’s something about this fresh air that is slowly making me feel what it means to be alive, feeling every step I take, and ever since my husband touched my stomach, I am feeling a squirming. It’s something else that’s a part of me, but not me. Am I carrying a baby? How is this possible? I am so confused.
By Melissa Ingoldsby5 months ago in Fiction
Echoes of Loss. Content Warning.
[TW: family conflict, mental illness, suicide] A frantic scratching comes from the front door, echoing through our living room. Claws scrapping against hard wood. A sound I know well– Bilbo, our cat, trying to get in. Bilbo died a year ago.
By Scott Christenson🌴5 months ago in Fiction
#3 Panic Monster, Be Gone... 💪🏾💪🏾💪🏾
Thirteen-year-old Bailey Daniels slowly walked up the carpeted hallway of Swan Lee Christian Middle School and headed towards her fourth-period history class. Her baby blue Jansport backpack felt like it had a million bricks in it; in reality it had three textbooks, a notebook, a calculator, a yellow highlighter, a mechanical pencil and two ink pens in it.
By Tiffany Gordon5 months ago in Fiction
Trapped!!
This is the life, Niobe thought to herself after a long day of setting up the trailer by herself. It was weeks of planning to get to where she was to finally camp at her favourite campground not to far from home. Her dad parked the RV for her, set up the essentials and left!
By Leslie Strom5 months ago in Fiction
Dear Ouija Enthusiasts
Dear Ouija Enthusiasts (humans), Halloween season is upon us, and as usual, many of you fools will venture upon Ouija encounters. While my comrades and I have no objections, due to last season's hike in spirit board related fatalities, we decided to put our thirst for naive souls aside momentarily and issue a one-time set of guidelines, outlining specific dos and don'ts, followed by a non-exhaustive list of repercussions for adamant opposers.
By Marilyn Glover5 months ago in Fiction
