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Stories in Fiction that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
Captain Pebbles
I wait, I watch, I listen. Yes, I wait, I watch, I listen for my two shipmates, Pete, and Cindy. I am on high alert for any noise that resembles a key jiggle. I am after all the captain of the ship. This ship that sails on dry land around town. I will usually have my head out in the open-air checking and sniffing all points as we get to our destination. Sometimes I am watching for other captains. Sometimes I am trying to get away from the music that my shipmates play, “For God Sakes Cindy! There is music after 1989!”
By C. H. Richard2 years ago in Fiction
The Three Little Pyggs . Second Place in Tales Retold Challenge.
Albert Pygg sighed and stroked the hairs on his chin as he closed his laptop. The page for the online group for residents of the Wolff Estates housing development to air their grievances about the Homeowners Association had been taken down. Evidently Mr. Wolff’s sister-in-law’s nanny had infiltrated the group, achieved moderator status, and deleted the whole thing. Albert saw that the groups for Wolff Acres, Wolff Park, and Wolfftown had also disappeared. He now felt even more terrible that he had convinced both of his brothers to move into the subdivision.
By J. Otis Haas2 years ago in Fiction
The Embroiderer and the Entomologist
How different yet similar two people can be. Two sides of a penny, heads, and tails. The Embroiderer sews life into material with a large needle, producing tapestries of great fiction. The Entomologist, pins death to a board with delicate spindles, producing specimens of the real world. One counts stitches, while the other meticulously counts legs and antenna. They are obsessive, artistic, and scientific.
By ThatWriterWoman2 years ago in Fiction
The Veil
The Veil D. A. Ratliff The droning hum from the car’s tires rolling across the asphalt soothed her nerves rather than inflamed them. Sage Ryan had made it as far as Redding, and in one more hour, she would be in the Northern California mountains. He couldn’t find her there—she hoped.
By D. A. Ratliff2 years ago in Fiction
Ursula's Tale
I was travelling South, looking out of the window at the glorious countryside. The steady beat of the train’s engine was restful. The train sped me along towards my mother’s home. I was looking forward to a peaceful week away from my responsibilities.
By Ruth Stewart2 years ago in Fiction
The Hex Signs
The first time I saw Stephen, he painted a hex sign on my right arm, and I couldn’t move my fingers for three hours. When I found him again the next day, I asked how he had done it. He just gave me a lopsided smile, the kind when someone knows something you don’t, and I decided right then that I was going to become his friend no matter what. I wanted to be in on his secrets.
By Clever&WTF2 years ago in Fiction
Breaking and Entering
Thank goodness for the last bell! Timmy threw his bag over his shoulder, raced to his locker, grabbed all of his books he would need, and bolted out the door. The sun was shining brightly down on a warm summer day and he was thrilled. As he began his two mile walk home from school, Timmy began to skip leisurely along the route.
By Laura (Mea) Carlozzi 2 years ago in Fiction
Coincidence
I once met a man who said he knew the universe's secrets. I’ll never forget it. His eyes looked like shattered glass, fragmented like his smile. He was emaciated, dressed in a coat and beanie, sitting underneath a highway with everything he owned piled up beside him.
By Bradley Ramsey2 years ago in Fiction
Breaking the Silence
The enchanted forest was all abuzz; true love’s kiss had awoken the princess, the evil queen was dead, and it was all anyone could talk about. Yet, behind the cheers and merriment, whispers and rumors lurked in the shadows. Suspicions had been raised regarding the circumstances of the queen’s death, and the only information the Enchanted Forest’s Sheriff’s Department would provide was that it had been ruled an accident.
By Heidi McCloskey2 years ago in Fiction
Three Little Pigs vs. The Wolf
I really need to record this one... It is a simple case, but I am not going to miss a single detail before I appear in court. There are stacks of files and documents, and I have represented Goose, Grimm and Associates for too long to make any errors. Two of the legal assistants, Geppetto and Van Winkle, were sent home for the day – they would be back for Monday’s first session – but I am not done yet. There was no demand to settle things out of court. That was not a surprise with such a gruesome case involving murder and property damage. There seemed to be a real vendetta here, something that just could not be settled between them.
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Fiction
