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Stories in Fiction that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
Twas a Cold Winter Eve
Bacon sizzled in the background, and steam swirled from the untouched coffee cups between the elderly couple. Most observers would hardly notice the stoic couple sitting in the Bleecker Street diner where they had first met forty years earlier. Surrounded by Christmas décor, carols thrummed through speakers mounted in the ceiling. Bing Crosby yodeled White Christmas as large snowflakes fluttered to the ground outside.
By J. S. Wade2 years ago in Fiction
Meet-cute at the Corner Table
She hurries into the dimly lit coffee shop with a battered laptop pinched between her elbow and side, shedding raindrops from her jacket. Taking her place in line behind an elderly man with a soggy newspaper, she inhales greedily of the familiar air infused with hints of freshly ground coffee and notes of burnt everything bagels.
By Donna Renee2 years ago in Fiction
Sandbox Eight
Sandbox eight was sealed off for a good reason, but occasionally someone’s kid would ignore the caution tape and unwittingly wander off and play in it anyway. Seven other sandboxes had been built around sandbox eight in a failed attempt to keep the kids out, but sandbox eight was a siren to the kids, it’s song continued to bring them into the sand until one last child was left in the city, Joey.
By Alex H Mittelman 2 years ago in Fiction
Thank You Dumbledore
Standing at Platform nine and three quarters. Harry James Potter along with his wife Ginny Weasley Potter, Ronald Weasley and Hermoine Jean Granger-Weasley all stand together as proud parents watching their children board the Hogwarts Express as they begin their new year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Harry himself could not be more proud to watch his children start their new journey of life the same way he began his 26 years ago.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Fiction
The Boy, The Duck, and The Goose. Runner-Up in Unspoken Challenge.
He looks up like a reader interrupted mid-paragraph. The little duckling he had been shelling corn to runs off to its mother. A woman sits down next to him. Her face looks just as long as his, the void of loss in her life as palpable as his.
By Noah Glenn2 years ago in Fiction
One Last Time II. Content Warning.
I hadn’t entered the room since the night that it happened. How could I? Everything about her space remained the same. Frozen in time. And I was afraid to face it. I was even more afraid of the fact that one day, we may move away from this home. The only one she had ever known. Then, everything she had ever touched would be lost. Forever.
By Ashley Lima2 years ago in Fiction
