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

Yellow. Content Warning.
Make sure to read these first. *** A month after the funeral The first thing I noticed when I walked in her old room was the peeling yellow paint on the exposed brick. Then the small pen mark from the time a three-year-old Andrea drew on the wall and Mom couldn't wipe away the last bit. A trail of petite red stain creating a path from the bathroom to the bedroom entrance, the notches on the door frames.
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 years ago in Fiction
Nightjar
Deep within a densely fog laden forest, in a secluded area even advanced hikers dare not enter, nestled deep within the mountains, a Nightjar was perched on a branch, inquisitively observing the world below. Despite the fact that it was a warm summer evening, the fog was so dense it kept most of the heat out of the area. The nightjar's sharp eyes caught sight of a happy family setting up camp near a tranquil river, and wondered why they’d choose a spot where they could barely see ten feet in front of them.
By Alex H Mittelman 2 years ago in Fiction
FindingThe Huntress, My Goddess Of Nature
This is a real Flashku(I hope) for the challenge below. The music Françoise Hardy's "Tiny Goddess" which I think is an appropriate accompaniment.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
In Blume. Content Warning.
Jesus. Her hands are around my throat again. They're tight and my windpipe is wilting. I don't struggle. I can't seem to take my eyes off hers; cold cobalt in scorched tarmacadam. She's foaming at the mouth and a dehydrated rabid spittle has formed at the corners of her lips and it falls on me sporadically, sticking to my lashes and casting a strange haze to my vision.
By Dean F. Hardy2 years ago in Fiction
Why Is The Earth Round
The centre of the round had nowhere to find itself so it wished upon a moment, "I wish I may, I wish I might have roundness as a state of being and starlight as a friend. As we all know wishes sometimes come true.
By Canuck Scriber Lisa Lachapelle2 years ago in Fiction
Mischa
Long ago, far from the ocean, where rocky hills rolled over the horizon, a family toiled day after day corralling a flock of burly, wooly sheep.
By Emma Kate Gee2 years ago in Fiction
Butterfly Greetings
Butterflies dance with the colors of the rainbow. A butterfly the color of the sky is an enchanted sight to behold. One the color of musty brown can cause unease, and another the color of a wild orange daylily can nudge a smile out of anyone.
By Elizabeth Rojas2 years ago in Fiction
An Awkward Reception
Terry knows he’s going to brain Mr. Perfect soon. He watches, head throbbing, as the groom slow dances with his new wife, Mrs. Bethany Graylock, to Elvis Presley’s, ‘Can’t Help Falling in Love’. Bethany, Terry’s childhood friend. The woman I love, he thinks. That should be me with her.
By Kenny Penn2 years ago in Fiction
The Devil's Woman
Imogene Keene turned the witch’s bell over in her hands, running a chewed fingernail along the rim. Her other hand gripped the riverboat railing as lightning flashed in the distance. It was just a small thing, that bell, but Imogene thought it could change her life.
By L.A. Hancock2 years ago in Fiction
Goddess of the Weather
It had been centuries since my story had been told. Centuries since my name had been uttered. Centuries since the true origin of storms had been shared.
By Poppy 2 years ago in Fiction
Why the Waves Still Collide With the Shore
Long ago, when the four elements of the Earth were first coming into existence, the land and the sea fell in love. During this time, the land, whose name was Liram, was the strongest and most important element of all. With great, majestic mountains and tall, viridescent trees, Liram was home to all the Earth’s fauna. He was vast and uncharted, extending all the way across the planet as the giant supercontinent known today as Pangea.
By Gina C.2 years ago in Fiction
Why the Stars Shine and Why the Moon Changes Shape.
Once upon a time, but not so very long ago, in the history of our land, in the Dreamtime, there was no day and night. The sun rose and set, but the moon was much brighter, and there were no stars.
By Natasja Rose2 years ago in Fiction