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Stories in Fiction that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
See You Soon
Locking the door behind me, I quickly find a hefty chair, wedge it in front of it, and check the room for anything unusual. The neutral colors in the room make the room feel warm and cozy. Yet, it smells of bleach, Fabuloso, and stale smoke. And I can’t shake the feeling that I am going to die.
By Vnessa Hdz3 years ago in Fiction
Inspector Clueless And The Missing Writer
April 2023, and a writer has gone missing. When he vanishes, leaving behind very few clues, an intrepid detective is called in to solve the caper. The intrepid detective is none other than the notorious Inspector Jack Clueless, a local legend at the bars and in his own mind.
By Jason Ray Morton 3 years ago in Fiction
On Steak and Purple Prose
It was after we ordered our steaks - medium-rare as that was the most done way one could order a ribeye at a place as opulent as the Blueblood without incurring mockery - that I suggested that the old Russians had it right when they brought Anna Karenina and the Karamazovs to life, to which my dear friend Ernie cried, “are you mad?”
By Loryne Andawey3 years ago in Fiction
UP IN THE AIR
Flying, flying, flying! Of course, I knew how this flight began. It started a day ago. Eight-year-old Carrie with strawberry-blonde hair was my friend and companion. She was sent to visit her grandmother in Panama City, Florida for a week. When traveling, Carrie always placed me in her backpack. Naturally, we did a lot of traveling together.
By Babs Iverson3 years ago in Fiction
Dark Bee The Soul Of Envy
1906, Isle of Wight (United Kingdom). Your sister Harriet has brought you with her on a trip to The Isle, which in itself is quite exceptional. Used to living inland, you are now surrounded by sea. Besides, your family could have never afforded to come to this prized resort, with its micro-climate, baths, soft yellow sand and beautifully trimmed grasslands renowned for its beehives. A beautiful picture indeed, were it not for your sister's husband, Wilbur. The boat trip was rocky, at least by your terrestrial standards, although your brother-in-law made a point of clapping your shoulder with a condescending "Stop whining so, Leslie, the sea is calm today!"
By Claire Guérin3 years ago in Fiction
She Danced the Skies on Laughter-Silvered Wings
Dee smiled, joy spreading across her face and filling her soul, as she pulled the yellow nose of the Piper Cub higher and felt the familiar rush of air under her wings. Well, not her wings, the plane’s wings. Although, there really wasn’t much difference, now was there?
By Donna Renee3 years ago in Fiction
Based On Actual Events
Eyes open. Feet, human feet in their rich cladding. Smells, all alien; human again. No water and no water plants, but fish! Out of no logic in this hard place the smell of fish. Under paw pads the hard, very flat ground is thrumming. The only sound seems to be an unimaginably loud roaring threat response from some otter so large he can hardly believe it’s possible. It shakes the space all around.
By Roy Stevens3 years ago in Fiction
Year of the Whale. Second Place in Tall Tail Challenge.
Mao Song was born on February 7th, 1932. It was the year of the monkey, but he weighed 5.4 kg and was the largest baby Nantong province had ever seen, so his brothers said it was the year of the whale. They called him Jing, a word for whale. Everyone called him Jing in the fishing town where he lived.
By Ethan Town3 years ago in Fiction
