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Stories in Fiction that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
Feeding Pigeons, Finding Memories
Jed sat on the old paint-peeled wooden bench at the park and tossed crumbs to the pigeons, just as he did every day during his lunch break. It had become a routine for him over the past few months. It was the one hour of calm he had in what seemed like unending days of chaos at work, and tortured nights at home in his one-bedroom flat. Here, on this bench he could clear his mind.
By Cathy holmes2 years ago in Fiction
THE BATTERY
The Waning Gibbous moon hung over the stadium like an over-anxious fan. While fans were caught off-guard by the unexpected cold snap, sweatshirts and blankets were flying off the venue store's shelves. The food vendors couldn't keep up with the coffee and hot chocolate orders. In the concourse, long lines formed. Increasing heart rates and breathing, positive energy, the excitement was palpable. The din of the crowd hummed and roared in anticipation of the opening game of the season.
By Babs Iverson2 years ago in Fiction
The Boy in the Tree. Content Warning.
The boy climbs into the branches of the tree and sits. He glowers in his black hoodie. He has positioned himself so that he cannot be seen from the road. He wants to look out but remain clandestine to others. He likes the power it gives him to see but be unseen. He has limited experience of control, it being robbed from him more often than not. It is intoxicating to feel in charge of his actions and tonight, he has a secret purpose and is composing himself for its execution. His weapon lays by the tree's roots, somnolent but ready to roar.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Adventures of Ishani
The office was quiet. But then again, it was 03:27 in the morning so there was no reason why it wouldn’t be. From where she sat in the square leather armchair, she had full visibility over Hoss quietly pacing up and down the hallway outside. They would have enough warning in case something went sideways; thank god for modern office design and their obsession with glass-everything.
By Shilan Aliyali2 years ago in Fiction
Maternal Instinct. Second Place in Unspoken Challenge.
You failed today, grandly and spectacularly. I watched you on that stage as they announced the election results, stood tall, pristine and stoic, the youngest and brightest button amongst a load of stuffed shirts. No other voice had been as honest, genuine, or well-meaning; no other campaign had been forged with such heart.
By Caroline Jane2 years ago in Fiction
