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

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They said she was ill. - Ill? What’s the deal, Annie thought. She was only 5. She spoke to angels, told them, “I want to be healthy… I want to be free.” They said, “Not yet. This is not for nothing. It has a meaning. Everything’s going to be alright.”
By Maya Or Tzur9 days ago in Fiction
Infinite Fidelity
Ladies and gentlemen, thanks for being here today. For those that don’t know me, I’ve been best friends with the groom since middle school.
By Matthew J. Fromm10 days ago in Fiction
The Giller
The Giller roused from his fitful slumber and rose from his sleeping bag, as worn and thin as the metal floor beneath it.
By Aaron Morrison16 days ago in Fiction
Becca
"Everything is so... flat." Denille said stupidly as she looked around her new neighborhood. She looked around at the muted desert where even the smallest sign of life seemed to have given up. The plant life was shrubs that were half cooked by the heat and where there should have been a lawn, a mess of white rocks laid glistening in the sun. Even the sky looked stretched thin, like the sun had ironed it smooth. She’d moved from Riverside, where at least there were hills, but here in Barstow, everything felt baked and brittle.
By Sara Wilson11 days ago in Fiction
Bomb Scare
It was 2027, and the world never thought it would happen. A missle hit the United States, but it wasn't where they had anticipated. A little town in the northeast was hit by a missile strike, they didn't know why, and they didn't know exactly where it hit, but they did know it was a coastal community, somewhere between Maine and Delaware.
By Gregory Payton11 days ago in Fiction
Medusa. Content Warning.
Before the serpents coiled. Before the cavern was claimed as her dwelling. Before men, trembling beneath crested helms, came with swords raised in fear rather than valor.
By Luna Jordan16 days ago in Fiction
Workmates
Loud laughter leaks from the lunchroom… door sitting slightly ajar. Surely today will be different. As they say, “Today is the start of the rest of my life!”
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶11 days ago in Fiction
Borrowed Time
My beat-up little red Beetle barely made it up the house’s drive. I will say this: the house had presence. A looming presence. But I needed the job.
By Alicia Anspaugh12 days ago in Fiction
Blood of the Wolf: A New Forsaken Descends
The tales and whispers have proven true. The evil that has lurked in the shadows now prowls beneath the moon, taking on the flesh of our storyweaver in order to deceive our brethren.
By Amanda Starks12 days ago in Fiction
Lightning Never Strikes Twice
The distant rumble, the sudden deluge, the crescendo of sound, the flash of light, the explosive energy — it never gets old. I became an amateur storm chaser about two years ago. My wife, Cindy suggested it. Sort of. She said, "Alex, you know this cancer is killing me. I've come to terms with that, but you're smothering me. Go join a band, write a book, or become a storm chaser, for all I care. I love you, but you need a hobby."
By Julie Lacksonen16 days ago in Fiction
The Wedding Night
When I was just a lad, my parents told me that we were going to see the ocean. I was not a clever lad. I thought they meant that the ocean is someone, whom you could pay a visit if you liked.
By D. J. Reddall14 days ago in Fiction
The Road to Paradise Pocket
“Come now little one, under your covers you go” A booming voice sounded throughout a dimly lit rustic cabin. Tiny feet began thumping a few rooms over as the large gray man sat on a bedside stool and gazed out into the blowing snow outside. It had been snowing for days now, another day and his view of the outside may begin to obscure. He could hear the wind breaking now though, not as harsh and powerful as it had been the day before, his vision a few yards further, and the sun a hair brighter that afternoon. Yes it would break by morning, the snow would stop and the sun would cast its warm healing rays over the tiny frozen town.
By Brier17 days ago in Fiction