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Stories in Fiction that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
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
Homecoming
Sergeant Roger, a German Shepherd, stared at the starless sky and finished his rawhide strip. He tossed the butt into the grass. The war veteran willed his shaking paw to stop quivering and lifted his leg for one last squirt on the bush before he entered the Veteran of Foreign Wars building. Talking about his service with the K-9 Corps and the war was a catch twenty-two. It helped, but it also hurt. Shepherds tended to withhold how they felt. In the ordinary world, this was a positive, but postwar, the buried trauma had led to a spike in the early deaths of many of his friends and fellow canine soldiers.
By J. S. Wade3 years ago in Fiction
Change of Heart
Even though I’m not supposed to, I snatch the key from the window ledge and swing the back door open. I stand on the doorstep and look across the garden. It must be early as I’m up before the sun, and the trees look like huge shadowy monsters in the dark.
By Caroline Craven3 years ago in Fiction
What the F is Magical Realism?
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. "Ummm...what the heck did I just read?" I said to my hovering coworkers, tapping my fingernails against my rather anachronistic journal and fountain pen while staring into the bright and unnatural light of my laptop screen.
By Donna Renee3 years ago in Fiction
The Saturation of Souls
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. Shades as brilliant and bold as violet and plum mingled with precious pastels of lilac and lavender, spread thin across the heavens like gossamer silk. Veins of eggplant swirled in the shadows, while contrasting splashes of orchid beamed in the luminescent eye of the silvery moon.
By Kelly Robertson3 years ago in Fiction
A Terrible Thing. Runner-Up in If Walls Could Talk.
“If walls could talk,” I heard her whisper absently, as she sat on the top stair of my sagging porch under a dark sky. Barefoot, jeans rolled up past her ankles, Diana fixed her gaze on a horizon she couldn't see and barely blinked at all. A single cigarette sat alongside a book of matches from Frankie's Pub and Pizzeria on the buckled gray boards beside her. No bugs chirruped or buzzed in the night; no nocturnal scavengers rattled around the rusty trashcans out back. The big yellow dog rested her head on her paws and silently stared out into the same abyss as Diana, eyes glistening.
By Marsha Singh3 years ago in Fiction
