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

A Cuppa
A Cuppa D. A. Ratliff She lived in a little cottage up the lane. You know the place. A narrow leaf-strewn path through the woods glowing from dappled sunlight shining down. At the path’s end, a stone wall seemingly built before the dawn of time—the stones worn and pitted, moss in the crevices, and ivy creeping over the top—enclosed a tiny cottage. The arched wooden gate with openings in the slats allowed you to peek into the small flower-filled yard.
By D. A. Ratliff3 years ago in Fiction
Tour Guide
"Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. This phenomenon marked a new age of human history, the revelation that we were not alone. This phenomenon coincided with the arrival of the Elhokai people, on this spot, 8th of March, 2019."
By Paul Martyn3 years ago in Fiction
A rabbit’s tale
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. Lumberjack spat at the ground, rolling his yellow-gold eyes at the recurring scene.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Fiction
The March Fairy
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. At least, that was how Annabelle always envisioned them. Though it was painful for her to admit, she was achingly envious of the three girls who lived down the street - desirous of the way they laughed and twirled in their exquisite, lavender tutus. There was a certain magic about the way that their violet, pristine skirts flashed against the large, pastel-pink of the house on the corner. As she watched them, her heart often burned with an insatiable longing.
By Gina C.3 years ago in Fiction
The Rapture Of Pigeons
Activity was a high that afternoon at the Sunny Day Assisted Living as Margot waited for her grandson to take her out. When Jake drove up in a 1962 Buick Special convertible, the same marlin blue color that Margot adored, several residents stood up from their chairs to get a better look at the iconic set of wheels.
By C. H. Richard3 years ago in Fiction
The haunted flat
As the elevator door opened with a soft bing, James stepped into what could become the hall to his new home. His fiancée Marie came in the wake, scrolling down her blackberry with a frown.
By Isa Ottoni3 years ago in Fiction
illuminación. Runner-Up in Under Purple Clouds Challenge.
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. Tonight, Vuela would dance too. She loved the way Mexico City came alive with the clouds – slowly, ponderously, like a child meeting her sibling for the first time. Electric lights flickered among a legion of flat rooftops that stretched across the grassy plains and toward the foothills of Popocatépetl. Tiny, scattered shapes – the Enlightened Ones – took to the skies with the advent of the Hora Morada. On starry nights, pinpricks of distant suns filtered through the clouds and spotted the slopes with hazy circles of illumination.
By Addison Horner3 years ago in Fiction
Man's Best Friend
My humans left for their day jobs just now and that means I can curl up on their bed in comfort without getting caught. There is a crate in the living room and several cozy floor rugs where I could spend the lonely hours, but let's be honest. Is the floor or a cage really the place for man's best friend? I guess my recently adopted sibling, Teddy, can go in the crate if he wants, but I'm staying on the bed!
By Donna Renee3 years ago in Fiction
Leaplings Lost
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. Every single night. But only every 4 years. The rest of the time, the night sky was the typical black velvet dotted with tiny points of light.
By Misty Rae3 years ago in Fiction
Terrence
Terrence was average even by hamster standards. He was not particularly good at stuffing baby carrots into his mouth whole nor could he squeeze into a toilet paper tube — these being the two tricks most often enjoyed by children who own hamsters.
By Call Me Les3 months ago in Fiction
Symposia
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky - this was a relatively new phenomena. Like all terrestrial bonds, though, the horizon was rekindled and made new. Parts of the whole were highlighted and polished to last forever; that went for all relationships, aware or otherwise.
By Zack Graham3 years ago in Fiction
Warmth
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. Waves of green light, like brisk streams in the air, flowed steadily. Someone from a long time ago told him that these soothing Northern Lights were actually the result of a quite violent atmospheric phenomenon: particles from the sun slamming into the atmosphere, sinking into its cracks at the Earth's poles, drowning into an endless sky. He didn't want to remember. He would've seen them if he had looked up before walking into the liquor store—but he stopped looking up a while ago.
By Sophia D'Urso3 years ago in Fiction