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

I've Always Been Near
Thank you for inviting me to your Unofficial Vocal Challenge, RHC! Greetings, sweet morsel. You've never seen me before, but I know you quite well. I have been with you for 2 years, 11 months, and 28 days. You haven't bothered to notice, but our third anniversary is coming, right along with your mother's death. But I've watched you since the day you were born. Before mummy wasn't there to protect you...I was always near.
By Hope Martin6 months ago in Fiction
Knock Knock
Decked out in fleece sweats, sitting on a newly purchased faux leather sofa in a retro brown, Mereille looks around. Not too bad. Boxes fill the room but she’s managed to find a packet of microwave popcorn. Bayou lays curled at her feet, snoring lightly as she shovels a handful of movie-style buttered popcorn into her mouth. Just as she lifts a plastic cup of Zinfandel, a knock at the door, startles both the phone and wine out of her hands.
By Cathy Schieffelin6 months ago in Fiction
I am Bexley: The Bloodletters Scourge Chapter 28 Fish
This journey has truly made me feel the full weight of what tired actually means. There’s something about this fresh air that is slowly making me feel what it means to be alive, feeling every step I take, and ever since my husband touched my stomach, I am feeling a squirming. It’s something else that’s a part of me, but not me. Am I carrying a baby? How is this possible? I am so confused.
By Melissa Ingoldsby7 months ago in Fiction
The Office Games
The climb ends where trust falls. 🪜🪜🪜🪜🪜🪜🪜🪜🪜🪜🪜🪜🪜🪜🪜🪜🪜🪜🪜🪜 "Morning all," Dylan Koh's bass voice turned the office into a boombox. "Thank you for your presence this lovely September morning."
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin6 months ago in Fiction
Echoes of Loss. Content Warning.
[TW: family conflict, mental illness, suicide] A frantic scratching comes from the front door, echoing through our living room. Claws scrapping against hard wood. A sound I know well– Bilbo, our cat, trying to get in. Bilbo died a year ago.
By Scott Christenson🌴6 months ago in Fiction
#3 Panic Monster, Be Gone... 💪🏾💪🏾💪🏾
Thirteen-year-old Bailey Daniels slowly walked up the carpeted hallway of Swan Lee Christian Middle School and headed towards her fourth-period history class. Her baby blue Jansport backpack felt like it had a million bricks in it; in reality it had three textbooks, a notebook, a calculator, a yellow highlighter, a mechanical pencil and two ink pens in it.
By Tiffany Gordon6 months ago in Fiction
Trapped!!
This is the life, Niobe thought to herself after a long day of setting up the trailer by herself. It was weeks of planning to get to where she was to finally camp at her favourite campground not to far from home. Her dad parked the RV for her, set up the essentials and left!
By Leslie Strom6 months ago in Fiction
Dear Ouija Enthusiasts
Dear Ouija Enthusiasts (humans), Halloween season is upon us, and as usual, many of you fools will venture upon Ouija encounters. While my comrades and I have no objections, due to last season's hike in spirit board related fatalities, we decided to put our thirst for naive souls aside momentarily and issue a one-time set of guidelines, outlining specific dos and don'ts, followed by a non-exhaustive list of repercussions for adamant opposers.
By Marilyn Glover6 months ago in Fiction
Trapped
It would have been no better if he had knocked on her door tomorrow. She preferred crying in her own bed than in illuminating daylight.
By Ariana GonBon6 months ago in Fiction
Chubby Cheeks
YouTube Video is the Audio Version. Milwood Milford, also called Captain Peg Leg, although not to his face, sat under a large palm tree, sipping a banana daiquiri.
By Steve Lance7 months ago in Fiction
The Vineyard and The Stage.
Author’s Note. This piece is written in the tradition of C. S. Lewis’s The Screwtape Letters, where demonic voices reveal their strategies for deception, betrayal, and the twisting of faith. None of the characters here are real; they are allegorical, dramatized figures representing the temptations, compromises, and spiritual battles that often hide beneath the surface of public events. The goal is not to accuse actual people but to unveil the way appearances can be manipulated, how truth is muffled by spectacle, and how divine sovereignty continues to unravel the plots of darkness despite their seeming victories.
By Test6 months ago in Fiction
ayuda. Content Warning.
“ayuda?,” a soft voice knocks on the gates of my sanctuary. a modest plea from the other side of my mental fortress; opposite my walls, locks, moats, and more walls of security after security within my thoughts.
By ⸘jason alan‽7 months ago in Fiction