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Stories in Fiction that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
Just a Peek. Content Warning.
Madame Sylvie Revealer of your Past Teller of your Future Madeline, or Mad as she preferred to be called, studied the sign before her, wondering if it was really worth it to follow her unexpected urge. She had never once wanted to know her future, and even now, Mad still didn’t want to know. Mad had read enough Greek myths to know that it never ended well. Granted, she believed in herself enough to think that she wouldn’t go try to kill a baby or something like that, but still. Mad was content enough to live in the present and not stress about a future she may not be able to change, thank you very much.
By Rebecca Patton3 months ago in Fiction
Fate
Despite seeing nearly five hundred years on its dusty dais, the meticulously crafted copy of Allgerion’s Catechism—the prophecy within foretelling that the first and only child of the seventh son of Avangarde and the third daughter of Mah’reel would usher forth the salvation of their world—was in a remarkable state of preservation.
By Matthew J. Fromm3 months ago in Fiction
Imprisoned
The sea, the sky, the stars, the sun; all look within reach, within the realms of possibilities. Like I can reach out with mine own hands, and pluck the glittering lights from the night sky. Or caress the gentle white lines of foam that scatter themselves across the vast endless sea.
By Liam Storm3 months ago in Fiction
Globophobia
**I'm taking another writing course and one of the prompts that the teacher asked us to write about was using a random phobia from this website. He prompted us to write a story about said phobia that was picked at random. This is what I managed to come up with.**
By Chloe Rose Violet 🌹3 months ago in Fiction
Everything Will Be Alright
It was difficult to go back into that room. My son had passed three Halloweens ago and I kept his room shut since then. But I had to. To put his things away for now at least. Thank goodness he has no pets in his room. No goldfish or other such animals that would require my rescue. That would have been…that wouldn’t have been easy.
By Raphael Fontenelle3 months ago in Fiction
The Cry in the Water Part 8
It had been waiting for them. Quietly, patiently, waiting for them. In a moment of retrospect, Jayr realized that it had probably been there for the last few minutes or more after locating their foot falls or the sounds of their voices. The creature was intelligent, cunning and beyond subtle when it wanted to be. Only now that it had been revealed, did the creature allow the translucent nature of its scales to regain their original color. A dark black shade, polished surface like obsidian, covered the creature entirely. Only it yellow eyes, large great orbs with vertical slits like a cat, stood out against the inky blackness of its body, and these burned with intense focus.
By Jamye Sharp3 months ago in Fiction
Hazel. Runner-Up in Parallel Lives Challenge.
In another world Hazel was dead. Arin knew because he threw up at her funeral. All over his shoes. The casket. The pretty flowers he used to grow for her. All of it covered in vomit like some last desecration of her beauty. Hazel should have been one of those untouchable things, a crystal figurine put up on the highest shelf and locked behind closed doors to avoid breaking.
By Silver Daux3 months ago in Fiction
The Archives
The Archives Walking to her post she noticed her manager shuffling through papers. “What’s wrong?” She asked. The stern stare in her manager’s eyes made her forget she showed interest. Her boss has always been a hardcore man, when he walked you can tell he was going somewhere important. When he talked you can tell he meant business. He was always dressed and had a significant amount of respect throughout the company. He was mean but in the right way, a way that earned him the title of boss. Lately, she has noticed this has been disorganized, and she strolled in today to see what was going on, his desk was messy, he didn’t smile like his usual self, and he smelled like he hadn’t showered in weeks.
By Charelle Landers2 months ago in Fiction
