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Stories in Fiction that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
Romells' Ride
The land was still steaming from the day’s rain. The smell of sodden leaves and black loam rose about him, clinging to his clothes, insinuating itself into the flesh. Romells rode bare-headed, letting the night wind lay its cool hand along his hair. It felt good — so bloody good — to be out from under stone ceilings, to have the sweat on his skin drying under the stars.
By Aaron Richmond6 months ago in Fiction
An August Aria
The sun was dipping low, stretching its light out in a giant yawn that splashed the sky with vibrant fuchsia as it pulled the cover of the mountains over its head. The color caught my eye, stirring something in the back of my heart, a forgotten passion tugging at my cobwebbed mind. I watched the pink fade into deep purple and the gears in my brain began to speak, narrating what I was seeing with the flowery language I once used to build my now abandoned worlds. My fingers started to twitch, eager to dance across the keyboard.
By A. J. Schoenfeld6 months ago in Fiction
THEM
They knew the light kept THEM away. They did not know what THEY were, only what THEY did. Homes ransacked, belongings destroyed, and people disappearing, never to be seen again. THEY had never been seen, only heard, and mostly that was the screams of those that they dragged away.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 7 months ago in Fiction
Marianne. Honorable Mention in Everything Looks Better From Far Away Challenge.
Glinting on the railing, Marianne’s ring rivaled the sun hung midway in a cloudless cerulean sky. Oliver Swenson squinted tired eyes and swirled half melted ice cubes in his bourbon while water rippled in opalescent veins of turquoise and sapphire before a lush mound of trees and brush. A real generic paradise. Not one mile away throngs of tourists clamored for a piece of shade in the heat, but in the small lagoon, all was quiet. Surrounded by a fortress wall of jagged volcanic rock, it was unspoiled. Clandestine. A honeymooner’s dream. The same as it was all those distant years ago when they were young and in love. Young and dumb was more like it. Still, they’d given it a good go. Thirty years and three kids later the island was the only thing unchanged. Lazy puddles of surf drifted ashore, washing the most delicate shells back to the ocean. Seagulls guffawed like Marianne’s laugh overhead. No, that was then, not now. Now it was silent. Too silent. Heavy with the silence of being completely alone on his perch.
By Elizabeth Diehl6 months ago in Fiction
The Visitor. Content Warning.
The first flash came at 7:17 p.m. Eliza sat up in her cot, eyes wide in the dark room. The sterile white walls of Ward B had blinked with blue light—like a camera flash—illuminating the hallway just outside her door. She scooted back against the cold wall, shoving the pillow into her lap. She studied the crack under the door—waiting, listening.
By Tennessee Garbage6 months ago in Fiction
Going Home Alone
This all started last week, I was walking home from my mother’s house. We ate dinner together and watched a movie like we do every other weekend. This weekend I picked a movie from my childhood, 'Halloweentown’. As I had been feeling sort of nostalgic these past few months. Among other things that I had been doing to regain the feelings that I had for Halloween. It had been difficult these past few months as well and well…reliving these feelings had been a childhood comfort.
By Raphael Fontenelle6 months ago in Fiction
