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

The Fallen Sun
The sun lies discarded on the road. As if they were a piece of trash tossed out of a moving vehicle. Its rays flow onto the pavement like spilled golden paint, blinding those who stare for too long.
By Amethyst Champagne2 years ago in Fiction
The First Hunt
Two small ears pricked up from under layers of snow. Alright, I can do this, Thought the young Arctic fox. It was her first winter, and this was her first hunt.
By Jessica Phoenix2 years ago in Fiction
The House
The house wasn’t a home to any human. Anyone who’d ever been brave enough to venture into those woods knew that much, at least. But that wasn’t many people. The woods were pitch black in parts, and somehow seemed darker half of the time. No road led straight, and even the most accomplished trackers who’d tried to investigate the house came out of the woods days later, disoriented and battered, with no idea where they had been. It seemed the only way to find the house was by accident. Those who’d seen it were children, or teenagers, or sleepwalkers, or those so sad they’d simply wandered into the trees. The house called to them, and they answered. And sometimes, they came back.
By Emily Cummings2 years ago in Fiction
The Imperfect Day
The volume on the TV can never be left on an odd number; always even. Doors have to be fully shut or wide open, and the blinds have to be down below past the window seal, but not quite sitting on the radiator. Everything has to be a certain way, if not–chaos. When the routine breaks, it’s as if I break. Every piece of me becomes riddled with anxiety accompanied by the pain of uncertainty; a loss of control beyond my reach.
By Rosie J. Sargent2 years ago in Fiction
Traces of Cinnamon and Rhodium
This story was originally published in "The Fictioneer's Treasure Trove" on Medium. ************** Every time love struck… traces of cinnamon and rhodium were present at the scene. Every time love struck for Felicia, anyway.
By Stephen Kramer Avitabile2 years ago in Fiction
Fearless Girl Lost to Charging Bull
Remember how I was placed right in front of you at first? How mad you were about that, looking at me with your blood-shot eyes like you'd charge right at me if you could? You then thought and now I agree with you fully that me challenging you like that was actually changing your meaning?
By Lana V Lynx2 years ago in Fiction
THE PROPOSAL
Wearing his best suit, Peter strutted around the wedding reception area as if he owned the building. From the moment he saw Paula, they were inseparable soul mates.
By Babs Iverson2 years ago in Fiction
The Deep End
Chance subscribed to a universal mystique surrounding an unknown, a metaphysical construct called the deep end. It was his sensibility of going too far; overreaching; sticking your neck out.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Another year
Today is not like any other day. It is the one day of the year that I force myself to visit you. I sit in my gray buick watching the snow fall. I can hear the stillness of the earth with nothing but the damp flakes resting around me. I breathe in deeply as I force myself out of the car.
By Ashley Shiflett2 years ago in Fiction
More Than One Can Bear. Content Warning.
Many people are under the impression that big things don’t get lost or forgotten. I know firsthand that many people are delusional.
By The Dani Writer2 years ago in Fiction
The Lost Journal. Content Warning.
There I was, sitting around. I’d be smiling if I had a face. I was sitting on a shelf in the corner of a dimly lit room. I was friends with the other forgotten and dusty items here.
By Alex H Mittelman 2 years ago in Fiction
Benny's Loss
Hey! Benny, look over here, you little idiot. I was so good when you ate apples; I never interrupted or distracted you. I kept quiet when you played softball with Ken, Terry, and all your friends. Do you remember when Terry punched you in the stomach, and you bent over in pain, biting your lip? I was there for when you had to lick all those Valentine’s envelopes to hand out in your class. Eleanor, wasn’t that her name? The girl with braces you had a crush on and tried to kiss, but her braces scratched your lips? Oh, yes, Benny, I remember!
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Fiction