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

A Shot in the Heart
Chantilly took her slice of cake, along with a glass of milk, into the living room to eat while she watched the latest episode of her favorite daytime talk show. Settling onto the chintz-covered couch, she turned the TV on with the remote, switching the channels until she found the one she was searching for. Today was her first day of vacation, and even though Franklin had to work all week, she had every intention of enjoying it to the hilt.
By Mother Combs6 months ago in Fiction
The Box That Knocks. Runner-Up in A Knock at the Door Challenge.
It was one of those nights. The kind where time drags on and the world outside feels far away, as if everyone else were somewhere else, doing something else, and you were left behind in your own house, stuck in the limbo of boredom and solitude.
By Emily Albers6 months ago in Fiction
Something A Canadian Would Do
A hard knock, on a slender door, signaled the visitor from the north, put down your twisting joystick and leave the game boy toy alone, allow the computer a relishing resetting elbow room preference.
By Marc OBrien6 months ago in Fiction
Just Another Tuesday
Three loud bangs against the door, followed by the ringing of the doorbell like someone trying to win a button mashing minigame in Mario Party, jolted Clarence upright from his partial recline on the couch.
By Aaron Morrison6 months ago in Fiction
Collymore Calls It
The knocking is persistent but Cordelia doesn’t want to see anyone just now, for beneath her flawless style of dress and coolness of one liners, Cordelia Collymore is beginning to come apart at the seams.
By Marie Wilson6 months ago in Fiction
The Blinking Reality
The beeping invades my mind like a probe, a thin, needle-sharp sound boring into my skull. I try to open my eyes but they are taped shut, and the thin adhesive pulls uncomfortably at my skin. Then I hear the nurse say, ‘You are safe; you are in the hospital. Please try to relax.’
By Sam H Arnold6 months ago in Fiction
Time For You To Disappear
Inspector Pericon and his offsider, Detective Luke Farrier, knocked on the door. “Good evening, Mrs Lockhart. Can we have a few minutes? It's about your husband’s disappearance.”
By Calvin London6 months ago in Fiction
For Better Or For Worse
Eli pressed his eye to the keyhole. The hallway beyond was dim, lit by a single dying bulb that pulsed like it was taking its last breath. Eli had avoided this door for most of the time he’d lived here.
By Tennessee Garbage6 months ago in Fiction
Chemtrails
I lay in the grass, blades tickling the back of my ears and the nape of my neck. The sky is streaked with cirrus clouds, wispy and waif-like. Something stands out among them, though—a little airplane. It travels softly through the sky. It is slow and without care. Though it seems to last forever—a tiny snail slugging its way across the open sidewalk—if you missed it passing by you might have never known it was there.
By Raine Neal6 months ago in Fiction
The Legend of Long-Shanks
Goody Patience had just laid her head upon the pillow when it happened. For a moment, she believed she were dreaming, so she rolled over and paid it no heed. Her eyes snapped open again the same second she closed them, however, when she heard it once more: a sharp knock-knock-knocking on the front door downstairs.
By Natalie Gray6 months ago in Fiction
Knock, Knock, Don't Let The Wolf King In
Two Falls. After her Aunt died, she got a knock on her door. Autumn hardly got anyone knocking on her door. She was very cautious in opening the door. Her pet owl hooted three times to
By Mariann Carroll6 months ago in Fiction
Surrender. Runner-Up in A Knock at the Door Challenge.
Gerald ignored the knock at the door at first. Thinking back on it later, he wondered how Max had knocked with such authority. Surely, if someone abandons you, their knock should have a meekness commensurate with the level of abandonment. This was no soft rapping at the door. It was strong, steady, and on the beat. After the third chorus, Gerald abandoned his soggy cereal, save the mush currently in his mouth. Making his way through the living room, Gerald’s threadbare bathrobe softly flapped from minimal effort. He opened the door and covered his eyes from the glare of the morning sun. He grumbled at the light’s intrusion. Without Max, he’d had little reason to suffer the outdoors. Now, here he was. The abandoner himself.
By Sean A.6 months ago in Fiction