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

A Vigil's Ending
Withered purple flowers whispered against the dark headstone. A notched broadsword was driven into the frost-covered earth beside the grave.
By Gabriel Huizenga2 years ago in Fiction
Scarred
I awoke to the cry, a faraway mewling that disturbed the morning calm. Peering outside the cabin window a new day greets me with fresh fallen snow, light flakes float down like confetti on New Years eve. I brush the sleep from my eyes and stare out the frost laced glass. A shiver runs through my body as I hear the soft cry once more, weaker this time, pulling at my heart.
By JBaz2 years ago in Fiction
I Need A Dog
It was what he always said he wanted to do, just leave. Nothing but his truck, the clothes on his back, a laptop, and the romantic feeling of not knowing where he will sleep at night. It just paid off too.
By David Brandy2 years ago in Fiction
Second Chances
Hear me, Lord of Death. Another approaches. I've read the texts. I can see you. That's right. That is your body. The damage is not that bad. Dead? Not quite. Not just yet. But tell me, what were you trying to do? Leave? Yes, I know. Everything IS hard. But stay for just a moment with me, weightless in this sunless space. Who am I? An echo of regret. Oh, you don't like that? Ok, look, just imagine I have a hand, and you have a hand. And here, I gently take yours in mine. I'm a friend. I have a lot to share with you.
By Stéphane Dreyfus2 years ago in Fiction
Love Thy Self
Kareema walked through a field of flowers with a big smile across her face. All her life the hardest thing for Kareema was learning how to love herself. After 25 years she now believes that she has discovered the secret to self love and she is ready to share it with others.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Fiction
Telltale crimson trail. Content Warning.
I'd seen gray snow, I'd seen brown, mushy snow on the highway. I'd seen yellow snow too, but this was the first time I had seen pink snow. The sight of it turned my stomach. The crimson stain had grown into a shadow, an outline, like an island. The spatter from the blow had left a telltale bloody trail leading away from the gaping wound in the victim's head.
By Raymond G. Taylor2 years ago in Fiction
Meeting Her
The anticipation to see her, finally, was too much. I stood with the bouquet of red, thorny foliage by my side, waiting for her to take its place.
By Gabbie Speirs2 years ago in Fiction
Shimmers Between Worlds
The ice crystals swirl in the freezing air, snow forming before his face. As the wind picks up, the snow shards move faster and faster in a flurry around his head, making him lose track of his surroundings. Not knowing which way is up and which is right, he shuts his eyes. When he opens them, he can see the image forming, clear as it can be through the blizzard happening before this wall of ice - he sees himself from the back, trading goods at an outdoor market - in another world, another life. He sees where he is somewhere else. Another gust of wind and a new flurry of snow, reveals the image of him cozy in a cabin, before a warming fireplace, holding his newborn daughter, his wife sitting beside them - a family he doesn't have here.
By Calista Marchand-Nazzaro2 years ago in Fiction
Snow
I open the front door sitting on the stoop, pulling my blanket tighter around my shoulders. Cupping my steamy mug in my hands, pondering. I can smell it in the air, the crisp, frosty humidity. It's different from the sticky wetness you feel in the summer and the dry prickling breeze of the temperate desert winters. This cold seeps into your bones, you feel the steam in your nose and the dampness in your boots.
By Acacia Z2 years ago in Fiction
Lady of the Flies. Content Warning.
Kathy had been cleaning out the space under the sink and had found all sorts of nasty chemicals in aerosols and spray packs. Did these sort of things have a use-by date?
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Last Light
Frostbite bloomed in Anya’s feet. There were holes in her boots - so many in fact that she may have swapped her shoes with slicks of Swiss cheese, and wouldn’t have noticed a difference. She yearned to free herself from the sludge that was bloating her toes… but her father would never allow it. Her boots, along with Anya herself, cost more than they were worth.
By Rachel M.J2 years ago in Fiction
Trapped
Your mind, as frozen as your body, can’t make sense of this. There is nothing to see but blinding darkness. The only sound, your chattering teeth.
By Cathy holmes2 years ago in Fiction