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

Falling. Runner-up in 3:00 AM Challenge.
Oblivious laughs echo through the humid city air. Flashing lights and car horns. Everything with a slight delay. All edges blurred and softened. Morals, fading. Tripping out of the bar, he links my arm with his. Be careful, I say. If you keep doing things like this, I may just fall in love with you. Stomping along saliva-stained pavement, I thoughtlessly ramble about something and he pretends to follow. Slowly unwinding my arm from his, he laces his fingertips along mine. Losing control of whatever train my thoughts were on, my heart and I stop for a second and turn our gaze to him. I cannot control it. It is too late. I am falling. Falling. Falling. Fall-
By Katerina Petrou2 years ago in Fiction
Islands Reappear. Runner-Up in Next Great [American] Novel Challenge.
Journal Entry #444: Lately I have been thinking about what doc said: so stupid but maybe I’ll try it. Reminder that he said maybe I should try writing my journal entries from an outside observer perspective, maybe so I can be more kind to myself? I don’t think it will work, especially since who can actually be objective about themselves?! That seems like an exercise in futility. Honestly though, I have had the most crazy week so maybe it would be beneficial to slow things down and be as objective as possible about everything that has happened (from an outside perspective). Exclusive, this just in: news with what perhaps reveals some other things that you all don’t know about me? Stay tuned and buckle in:
By Kate Kastelberg 2 years ago in Fiction
Sociolassus. Runner-Up in the Neolomicro Challenge.
Freedom. She almost had it. She waved to the last of the partygoers as they departed. The disappearing headlights served as twin lighthouses in the night, assuring her that the farther they got, the farther she was from the rocky shore of social obligations.
By Stephanie Hoogstad2 years ago in Fiction
Three Knocks Below. Runner-Up in A Knock at the Door Challenge.
Silence has a texture under the sea. It isn’t empty — it breathes. It hums against the steel, curls into the corners, whispers in your skull until you start to hear your own blood. We were two miles beneath the surface when I heard it.
By Thadeus 4 months ago in Fiction
Peas in a Pod
"Hello?" "Finally! Where the fuck have you been? It’s the fifth time I’ve called!" "I’m a very busy man. I had things to do."
By Cristal S.2 months ago in Fiction
The story of Zero
“Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept…” "What are you doing, mon petit?" "Counting, papa." "Counting?" "Yes, counting. Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf, dix!"
By Raymond G. Taylor2 months ago in Fiction
Foxglove Public Library . Runner-Up in Instructions Included Challenge.
First off, congratulations! You have been selected for this position as overnight library security based off your unique qualifications, indomitable spirit, and impressive mental fortitude. We would like to offer you a few instructions and helpful tips to make your first and future shifts here as smooth and easy as possible. Read thoroughly and keep this sheet on you at all times. The last thing you want is for the shadows in the corner of the breakroom to find it. Once again, welcome to the team!
By M. A. Mehan 2 months ago in Fiction
The Neighbourhood Christmas Tradition. Content Warning.
This is Part Two of The Neighbourhood Christmas Tradition. If you haven’t read Part One yet, you can find it here. When I get home, there’s an afternoon breeze, so I decide to eat dinner in my backyard. As I’m sitting at the table, I look over at my empty garden bed and remember that I have to do something about it. It almost looks as though the previous tenant's plants were pulled out and new soil was added, ready for a fresh start.
By Sandy Gillman2 months ago in Fiction
The Day of Differences
Today is the International Day of Human Solidarity - one when a jigsaw becomes completely fitted. When walls part, and partitions close.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin2 months ago in Fiction
The Falcon and the Kite
There was once a peregrine falcon who disliked listening to her elders. They would tell her that the cliffs on which they nested were safe and had stood for thousands of years, supporting generations of falcons within their rocks.
By ThatWriterWoman2 months ago in Fiction
Berganashio - Chapter 25
Kunya awoke to the smell of breakfast that included chai and cinnamon flavored hot tea. "Good morning, Kunya!" The two merfarie princesses, Pori and Villi, greeted her. They sat comfortably around a small table. The morning sun was shining beautifully through the window panes. For a split second, the sun glinted off of the small bottle that hung around Pori's neck.
By Rowan Finley 2 months ago in Fiction
Don't Open the Door. Runner-Up in Instructions Included Challenge.
Wakey, wakey! Congratulations! You're alive! That's more than most people can say right now. That's the good news. Here's the bad news: pulling through them injuries was the easy part. If you're reading this, it prolly means something's happened to me, and I can't take care of you or the other survivors no more.
By Tyler Clark (he/they)2 months ago in Fiction