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Stories in Fiction that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
Lights Over London . Runner-Up in The Summer That Wasn’t Challenge.
“Madam, you should come below.” Elizabeth took a long drag on the cigarette tucked neatly in the ornate silver holder. She ashed it in the ivory tray sitting beside an untouched glass of brandy. “You know Dickie, I still remember the fireworks at old Victoria’s Diamond Jubilee. Sat right in this spot. I was sixteen, fresh from New York. Archie and his father lined the streets that day, and god knows what they did once the fireworks started,” She watched the horizon alight with activity while the tendrils of discarded cigarette ash swirled into the night through the open sitting room window. It was odd to see her London street all alive yet silently empty at the same time.
By Matthew J. Fromm8 months ago in Fiction
Dancing Queen. Content Warning.
Your sister died the day before you were born. It wasn't a tragic accident, or an unexpected event. The cancer had been eating away at her for months, transforming her from a lively and excitable girl to a shell, a mere shadow of who she once was. 'Dancing Queen' had been her nickname, earned from years of pantomines and performances showing off her skills on stage. She always told your parents her dream job was to be a ballerina, and so they encouraged it vigourously. Thousands were spent every year on dance lessons, costumes, ballet shoes - everything a girl needs to fulfill her dreams.
By Maddy Haywood8 months ago in Fiction
Burning the Pages of the Book of Life. Honorable Mention in You Were Never Really Here Challenge. Content Warning.
Shortly after dark, early November, 2023. Al-Nasr Children's hospital, Northern Gaza. Explosions sound off in the distance. But the family in the delivery room is used to this sound. They are not comfortable with the sound, but sometimes they forget it is there. This sound has already killed five thousand of their people, over the last month. But this sound— this constant sound, this lethal sound— can slip into the peripheries despite its severity.
By Sam Spinelli8 months ago in Fiction
Lila and The Talisman of Ultimate Authority
When I was little, I thought that the past was in black and white. The world depicted in old movies seemed no less lively than the one I lived in, but was devoid of the vibrancy which I took for granted. Whenever the TV was tuned to some classic film or historical news footage, I’d wonder what it was like for people living in that drab place, and pity the incompleteness of their existence.
By J. Otis Haas8 months ago in Fiction
