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Stories in Fiction that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
Sea Glass
Bonnie stumbles in the moonlight as she bends over to look for sea glass. I’m certain she can’t make out trash from treasure in this dark, but sure enough, I hear her laugh a few moments later. When she skips back from the pebbles and waves, towards my Muskoka chair, her purse of beach finds bulges. Her sundress catches around her legs and sand trickles from her hips. I light a joint and offer her a drag.
By sleepy drafts3 years ago in Fiction
Them
After the confrontation, Lexi had to leave the apartment to clear her head. ‘A walk around the block will do,’ she thought to herself ‘or perhaps around the globe,’ she added in despair. The gravel scraped underfoot as she strode angrily across driveway after driveway and lights flashed over her face when she walked under streetlamps. She was moving fast, fast and away from her.
By ThatWriterWoman3 years ago in Fiction
Ripples in the Calm
Chapter One Every night at midnight, the purple clouds come out to dance with the blushing sky. 'Ugh!' Jacob scribbled out the lines in frustration before ripping the sheet from his notebook and throwing the crumpled ball of paper over his shoulder.
By Lilly Cooper3 years ago in Fiction
Skeletons in the Closet
It was a stunning ordeal for Celine Anderson; her good night's sleep was suddenly interrupted by various sounds coming from inside the house. Celine rose out of her bed to inspect, and her brief investigation resulted in the young woman being assaulted by a sinister hooded culprit. The scuffle, fortunately for Celine, didn't last long, as the culprit got away once the sound of the home's owner, Sebastian French, rushing downstairs, armed with a baseball bat.
By Clyde E. Dawkins12 months ago in Fiction
The Swashbuckler's Secret
The old house creaked as the wind was blowing swiftly across the valley. The cold of fall was blowing in, and preparation for their new home. All the wooden boxes lay piled in the attic. A searing pain landed William on the ground. Low-lying rafters and the small space were a recipe for disaster for the tall man. Laying on the ground, he could feel the searing pain from the headache. William groaned and sat up in the narrow pathway. He could hear his wife with her brogue, even through the pain screaming at their children. She always had a hot temper and could never stay calm. Her red hair was as hot as her temper, but as mild manner as William was, he loved her.
By Sarah Danaher3 years ago in Fiction
