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

Freedom is never Free
He never liked me, but we are good together. I know he has this aversion towards our relationship, I feel it every time he holds me, and yet.
By JBaz2 years ago in Fiction
Alone In The Snow
The soft white flakes were falling heavily, blanketing the ground with a white quilt. The quilted softness might have been appealing through the eyes of other on-lookers, but to me it looked cold, and hardened just like my heart. I examined the crystal-clear beauty of an icicle on a nearby tree, clear, sparkling and beautiful. The tears rolling down my cheek were also clear, but unlike the icicle, they were not beautiful; each tear froze against my skin, burning white-hot like ice when it touched the skin.
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Fiction
Chasing a ghost through the vast white
“Halligan!” I can see his silhouette some way in the distance. He has been there for a while but he doesn’t seem to move, either toward or away from me.
By Beth Sarah2 years ago in Fiction
The Last New Day With Her
A warm, yellow light began to peek under the bottom of the fridge — the start of a new day. Right on cue, a shadow fell across the strip of light. A black nose immediately stuck itself in the gap between the fridge door and the floor, the white, furry mustache below the twitching nose visible in the slowly disappearing darkness.
By Muchtar Suryawan2 years ago in Fiction
With Love
Dear Idiot, This is why people have filing systems. Stuffing me in an unread book was a bad move. Do you even read by the way? Judging by the state of my neighbours I’m thinking not. Pages pristine, covers an inch deep in dust. You’re never going to find me.
By Lauren Everdell2 years ago in Fiction
Spunky's First Snow
Spunky peeked out of her brightly painted little barn in the green countryside, in wonder and fascination. Gingerly, she extended her soft, pink nose to sniff the fluffy, white blanket that had covered everything during the night. Her little nostrils filled with the cold, wet stuff and she sneezed, shaking her head and kicking up her heels. “Whatever could this be?” she said, aloud.
By Dana Crandell2 years ago in Fiction
Always Missing Him
Darkness. That’s what I had been submerged in for so long. Dark and empty were my new feelings. My new surroundings. My new existence.
By Blue Dymond2 years ago in Fiction
The Snow Angel
Death can only take so much flirting and teasing until it has had enough. "I'm not ready," I wail. "They're coming for us," Henry insists through blue lips. He squints at the pale sky.
By Kelsey Syble2 years ago in Fiction
The Sanctuary of Solace
The cacophony of passing cars and distant howls of wind feels simultaneously familiar yet alien to Moon, who hasn't ventured outside of the house in weeks. The weather has shifted from mild to biting cold, with snow lining the streets. Each inhalation of the frigid air weighs heavily on her chest.
By Stella Yan PhD2 years ago in Fiction
The Hunt
Speed and stamina were her gifts. Through the silent forest and out onto the snow covered plains, she ran. She did not falter when the snow became deep, or when the wind blew with an icy chill, hard enough to push through the dense layers of her coat.
By Cayla Stone2 years ago in Fiction
Synergy . Runner-Up in Misplaced Challenge.
It’s a high stakes gamble for me, this strategy. Part one has gone well, but the odds were more in my favour then. Part two is anyone’s game, and I’m playing to a crowd who does not favour me, mostly. They might, if they looked at the long game, but people don’t. They say it’s a team sport, which is easy to say when you’ve got your roots so deep in that it would take quite the storm to knock you out. I do understand that. The captain is playing for glory, and we don’t all need to shine for a win to be declared. But we all want to, that is built in. Everyone wants to flourish, don’t they? So here I am, laying low, hoping it might be me. If it’s not, it will all be over for me.
By Hannah Moore2 years ago in Fiction
Drowning in Sorrows.
In the absence of light, I suppose darkness is my new ruler. I am beside myself but can’t presume my owner has the audacity to leave me here surrounded in this cesspool of filth. Doesn't she know I am royalty? I was forged on a pedestal and looked highly upon by jealous eyes wishing I could be theirs. I hope she has organized search efforts. Or at the absolute least, filed a missing possession report with the proper authorities.
By Lamar Wiggins2 years ago in Fiction