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

Orb
Alone and abandoned. Again. Johanna Underwood lay on her back in the center of the queen-sized bed she’d shared with her husband, Guy. One hand rested in the dip her slight body had formed while the other petted the deeper hollow her husband had left behind.
By C. L. Nichols2 years ago in Fiction
Papa's Pear
I remember when grandfather first taught me to listen to the music of the trees. He took me to a pear grove and had me touch a tree trunk. He then asked me to close my eyes.
By Tracy Kreuzburg 5 years ago in Fiction
When Pennies Rattle. Content Warning.
Convenience Store | 9:12 pm Front door chimes. New shoppers coming through. I look up, instinctively. Shake my head. Old habits.
By Christy Munson2 years ago in Fiction
"Evolutionary" - Bountiful Bunnies Bankrupt Bellies Begetting Behemothic Beasts
The reliant beanstalks fed England very well. Their value was without peer. Yet, the routinely ovulation cycles of the rabbits were of immense consequence.
By Thavien Yliaster2 years ago in Fiction
All The World Loves A Clown. Content Warning.
She caught herself flinching as he passed behind her, dragging his fingertips across the fabric on her chair. Without the slightest touch, she closed her eyes and disappeared into a memory of the last time he HAD touched her. Her body bore the scars that were given to remind her exactly who was in charge.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Fiction
Broom and Zoom
Eyes prying eyes, shut your lids, screw them tight. Eyes prying eyes, burn to a crisp before the forbidden sight. Eyes prying eyes, our sister never again shall you plight.
By Claire Guérin2 years ago in Fiction
The Reluctant Reporter. Content Warning.
"You can't send me!" "There is no-one else. It's you or no-one, and that is not an option." Ameera looked at the fat paunch and florid face of her boss, a man who lived for the story and the kudos it brought him but who rarely gave consideration to the people behind the drama. When had he become so hard? She reckoned that by the end of the year, he'd be dead, collapsed from a heart attack and she struggled to conjure any sympathy in that moment and instantly felt ashamed at displaying the same lack of compassion that he had.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
First Love
They came, like pilgrims, in their tens of thousands. But no religious faith drew them to the sarsen stones. They came just as they had for a thousand years and would again, year after year, for another thousand.
By John Cox2 years ago in Fiction
Blackrot: a Twisted Fairytale. Content Warning.
As the young man warmed his bones by the cottage’s stove, the elderly woodsman ladled two bowlfuls of porridge for them. Both their stomachs groaned in eager protest, but this unusually lean winter demanded that they ration what little they had.
By Ian Read2 years ago in Fiction
Red. Content Warning.
She hung her hooded red cloak on the hook next to the bed, then lifted the heavy comforter, crawled under the covers, and snuggled into his soft, warm fur.
By S.J. Frederick2 years ago in Fiction
To Con a Pig
Mo, Larry, and Curly were simple country pigs. They lived in a small town called Sty, where nothing much changed from day to day. Their homes were humble abodes constructed of straw and sticks, much like their neighbors. Every day was like the day before until it wasn’t.
By Mark Gagnon2 years ago in Fiction
A Work of Fiction
“You are being driven incessantly out of your mind and caught in the trap of shadows built with coarse skill by egoism and self-esteem.”
By C. Rommial Butler2 years ago in Fiction