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

In Pursuit of New Horizons
Grace shakes her father's old canteen with vigor, attempting to free up any droplets that may be circling the bottom. No such luck.
By CJ Miller3 years ago in Fiction
The Walls Have Always Spoken
If walls could talk, would you stop and listen to us? If you did, we would tell you that every wall hopes to encounter a woman such as Maria and when we do, we pass along the tale in a never ending trail of gossip, each of us building onto the story. Therefore, this is not the tale told from simply one wall, but all the walls that make up a person’s life; although I myself exist only because the tale took place. Will you listen to me for a while?
By Call Me Les3 months ago in Fiction
The Reader
Detective Harrigan swept together the photos of the the dead girl and tucked them back into the folder. She had no more answers for him today than she did yesterday. He closed the folder and called it a day.
By Shane Dobbie3 years ago in Fiction
Secret Room
“If these walls could talk...” The detective rested a gloved hand against my cement, chipped and stained, surveying my mostly bare room. I hadn’t felt so empty for a long time. I fear I’ll be haunted now, haunted forever because of you. I will never forgive you for that.
By Holly Pheni3 years ago in Fiction
WHEN THE WALLS TALK
If walls could talk is such a cliche human saying. No one talks to a wall and expects it to answer. Where I exist, walls are dead trees. Although some walls can telepathically communicate with certain sensitive people, it would only confuse or scare them. But, sometimes, that can’t be helped. Though I can’t speak for what goes on outside this log cabin, here in this forest, we are very aware. We may have been cut from our source, mother earth, but her gift stays with us, even in this sterile place called home.
By D.L. Finn3 years ago in Fiction
Something Unholy
If walls could talk? He would be in a world of hurt. Taylor flopped onto the sofa and sprawled with a heavy sigh. 'If you keep flopping on it like that, you are going to ruin it.'
By Lilly Cooper3 years ago in Fiction
Toichophobia
If walls could talk…ah, but that’s not the proper question now, is it? It’s never been about whether walls can talk, but rather who is willing to listen. For the tales we have to tell are infinite, whispered from the drywall that only the most sensitive of souls ever perceive.
By Kelly Robertson3 years ago in Fiction
Abigail Grace. First Place in Reset Your Password Challenge.
Two in the morning. I’m in my gaming chair, controller in-hand. I want to sleep, but that ain’t happening. Haven’t managed more than a twenty minute power nap in the past six days. Cold, discarded half-filled bins of Chinese food grew stale on the dinner table in the nook near the kitchen in the small, 2-bedroom apartment.
By Bryan Buffkin3 years ago in Fiction
Hero. Second Place in Reset Your Password Challenge.
There was a time when I could have been considered a good man. I had a wife and family. I had a house with a picket fence. I had a good job and college education – the only one in my family who did. I guess you could say I had it all, the ideal life of a middle-income man. Yeah, that was me, a law-abiding upstanding citizen working for the man and just living out the proverbial American dream.
By Cathy holmes3 years ago in Fiction
The Security Of Home
* Imagine if your walls could talk. Would they have your back? * "Welcome, welcome, come on in." The sound of shuffling and whispers commence as the room comes to order.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Fiction
Sally and Tom – A Love Story. Nah, Not Really.
Rui, a Costa Rican tour guide, struggled to wrestle the heavy canvas bag onto his boat. He had agreed to a private tour with a wealthy American woman who had recently lost her husband. She had requested to be transported to a small, uninhabited and rarely visited island off the coast, where she intended to bury her recently departed husband’s ashes.
By Cathy holmes3 years ago in Fiction
Red. Third Place in 2023 Vocal Writing Awards - Fantasy Fiction.
Fur on the inch of old, cold coffee is grey. The day breaking in at Bly’s window is grey, and a sleepless night hangs grey from her eyes. Do something. Her thoughts are grey. Clean. Start with the vacuum, but the bag is full. So empty it. Bins are full. Empty them. Can’t think where the fresh liners are. Shower. Water runs cold, only a glassy shave of soap left. Scum in the dish is grey. Tiles are grey, cold and grey.
By Lauren Everdell3 years ago in Fiction