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

Nona
I should have ignored the knock on the door. I should have stayed there in my pyjamas and my old lady cardigan, my left eye throbbing. I should have stayed under my blanket, chain-eating snacks, and drowning my last emotion in whiskey.
By L.C. Schäfer5 months ago in Fiction
The March
Service--or conformity? 🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊 Everyone needs a hero. So it is that the town of Wilkinson gathered to celebrate the sacrifices of those who cared for those who ran towards flames or pain.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin5 months ago in Fiction
Reflections. Runner-Up in The Shape of the Thing Challenge.
Cool blades of grass tickle my back while I lay gazing at the clouds, remembering the images created in my mind as a child. The soft rustle of leaves in the summer breeze, smells of a fresh cut lawn lingering long after the mower is stored away. The steady hum of bike tires racing across hot pavement.
By JBaz5 months ago in Fiction
no stars no more
In the evening they escort us to the bunker, after the Careggi's hospital, and we all go like cows, slipping. We go like cows, except the cows went back to their stables themselves, no herding needed. My sister Sasà accepts everything, docile. I wonder what her head has been thinking for the past fourteen years. Her hair, still wet from the shower, reach down to her ass. She has short shorts and tanned legs.
By M.5 months ago in Fiction
Digital Diarrhea
George Carlin's "first real book" was Brain Droppings and contains many of Carlin's best stories and jokes. According to the cover, the book contains "jokes, notions, doubts, opinions, questions, thoughts, beliefs, assertions, assumptions, and disturbing references" and "comedy, nonsense, satire, mockery, merriment, sarcasm, ridicule, silliness, bluster, and toxic alienation".
By Scott Christenson🌴6 months ago in Fiction
First Shift
“This is a nice, simple Cardiac event. Easy first call, new guy,” Ethan’s lieutenant said as they turned off the sirens outside a dusty apartment block.
By Matthew J. Fromm5 months ago in Fiction
Spirits and Ghosts
The first time it happened, I was six years old. My neighbor friend, Barry, who was eight, was trying to convince me to climb a tall, old tree. Up he went, without a hitch. I hesitated.
By Julie Lacksonen6 months ago in Fiction
The Shape of His Absence. Content Warning.
25 - The Ghost of You Elijah is dead. I wanted to melt into the floor. I fixated ahead and away from the photo of him propped up on an easel. My legs crossed at my ankles, hands clasped in my lap. Promise ring still on my index finger where he put it at 19, 6 years ago, though it might as well have been yesterday.
By Danielle Eckhart6 months ago in Fiction
Cards
Makaela sat at the table with a Mother’s Day card from her only child spread flat before her; a child she had given up for adoption twenty-eight years ago.
By Conor Matthews6 months ago in Fiction
The Prisoner
There was a boy named Lishna, who lived in Cromka, an outlying province of the Cregarian Empire. He was born with the angry red silhouette of a hand on his right cheek, the mark of the Witch-Goddess, Severia.
By C. Rommial Butler6 months ago in Fiction
Deviltry
Dad met me at the door, wearing a slightly dorky wizard’s robe. With a sparkly pointed hat, no less. When I got inside, I saw the living room curtains were closed. And Mom and her coven had rolled up the carpets, chalked the circle, and lit the candles.
By Meredith Harmon6 months ago in Fiction
Goodbye, Forever Home
“Oh, it’s you,” Joanne said, recognizing the small face. Her mind was a snake’s nest, preventing her from achieving sleep, which, now analyzing the atmosphere and present mood, was often when he appeared.
By Matthew Agnew6 months ago in Fiction