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

Brigida. Second Place in Time Traveler Challenge.
Large and looming, the arch and thrust of the joists make for a perfect hanging place. The red wood-planked sides rise tall to meet the posts that knit the walls together, while the white trim that outlines the crisscrossed wooden doors glows brightly in the dusky light of Montague, Massachusetts.
By S.J. Frederick3 years ago in Fiction
Greetings From The Centre of the World
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. Was it? "Good morning Creator of The Waves," said the reflection to the other.
By Canuck Scriber Lisa Lachapelle3 years ago in Fiction
Sick of You
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. The reflection frightened me so much, I knocked the mirror to the ground and it shattered.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Rumpeledforeskin
Ever since I was a young lad, my only goal in life was to be a member of The Elementals. Instead, I ended up more of a stage prop for a garage band. I have the antics of St. Patrick’s Day to blame. Or perchance it is the ancient curse passed down from my arrogant ancestor Rumpelstiltskin.
By Stephanie J. Bradberry3 years ago in Fiction
The Lost Fawn
The little, lost fawn opened her eyes and took in the sight of the tall, long grass. As it swayed in the African breeze, the last rays of the sunset beamed across the savannah and wrapped the small of her back in a warm, motherly hug.
By Gina C.3 years ago in Fiction
The Bear Witness of Climate Change
The congressional environmental committee had been engaged in deep debate over climate change; the democrats were determined to lower America’s dependency on fossil fuels, while the republicans insisted on their Trumpian position to protect the use of coal and oil. Suddenly the lockdown alarms blared wildly throughout the building. The senators waited patiently for an announcement through the PA system on what the possible threat is, but the intercom produced static in response. The committee fell into a wordless atmosphere with fear replacing the heat of the debate. No one dared to speak.
By Iris Harris3 years ago in Fiction
for the day is long
Fish don’t understand the concept of small talk. You’d think they’d be better at it, especially the ones who spend most of their days in bowls or tanks or whatever zoological imprisonment looks best in a teenager’s bedroom. That whole “goldfish have a five second memory span” myth really screwed them over when it came to living arrangements. You’d think they’d be more bitter. Or bored.
By Dane BH3 years ago in Fiction
The Plights of the Agriculture Integrity Department
Bluebell trots between two waves of travelers who roll like caterpillars toward customs check. Our vests are green with black, but she wears a blue one, with Agriculture Integrity Dept stitched in gold. I grab her by the collar. Bluebell is petite, with short hair colored in tranquil shades of chocolat noir and cafe latte, but now she pulls with the force of a small tractor at harvest time. It’s noon, and I haven’t fed her yet. Who’s better at sniffing artisan blood sausage than a trained beagle? A hungry trained beagle.
By Alina Z3 years ago in Fiction
Balthazar At The End Of The Night
The city of Ananias was bathed in the lilac of a coming dawn, casting the stone buildings in an ethereal glow. Balthazar padded slowly along the cobbled road with Imma beside him. It was only a few more streets until the two tigers would reach the barracks and be able to pass on their duties to the next set of guards. Balthazar was more than ready for rest.
By Susanna Kiernan3 years ago in Fiction
Why Do I Bite Your Leg?
I see how they look at me. How they coil when I move. How they squirm like they would seeing a toothless man suck on a crunchy chicken thigh attempting to bite it.
By Gal Mux3 years ago in Fiction
Speak
She walked through the noisy aisles of the shelter slowly, weaving her way through the Saturday crowd as non-invasively as possible while still trying to peruse all of the dogs on display. Wherever possible, she knelt down to offer pats, smiling and cooing at the eager occupants wagging their tails. Heartbreak leaked through her smile, meeting the eyes of every dog as though to say, I'd take you all with me if I could.
By Kelly Robertson3 years ago in Fiction
The Children of Coral & Bone
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. They would swirl and grow until even the moon was swallowed up by their rhythmic movements. Their voracious appetite was almost enough to rival that of the Children’s.
By Jessica Vann3 years ago in Fiction