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

Hope
When she had arrived, it had been the middle of summer. Hope, the place was called, though it had seemed to her a desolate place, despite the better expectations she had had of it on her long journey here from Boston. Early June, and already the streets of the town had been continually shifting fields of dust, and the bed of the river that skirted its edge but a deserted, impassable stretch of cracked boulders and stones, a damp, dark ditch crawling down its middle. What the people here called the lagoon, below the body of the town, was just a shallow, reed-filled marsh, no more than a breeding ground for frogs and flies and mosquitoes.
By Ian Pike3 years ago in Fiction
ErRoR
Alan stared at the words in front of him for a moment. Your password has expired. Please, reset your password. How had he missed the notifications counting down to this? How long had it been since he had to answer his security questions?
By Alex Boone3 years ago in Fiction
At A Time
It's been a long time since I've seen a Christmas tree in my living room. Small, with plastic firs poking at odd ends, my thrift-store Christmas tree glows with pride in the centre of my one-bedroom apartment. Small lights twinkle from its base to its top, and every second-hand ornament smiles with untold stories.
By sleepy drafts3 years ago in Fiction
Parthenogenesis
Big Claws was looking at the young ones on the beach, and felt a pang of jealousy toward the other females lying around, oblivious to their own luck. She wished she too could create youngsters. She knew she should be able to, but that power somehow kept escaping her. What did the other females do, that they were capable of creating life? What did she do, that she wasn't allowed the same faculty?
By Claire Guérin3 years ago in Fiction
Into The Looking Glass
The outside world was unknown to her, But she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. I knew I was dying. I knew it would happen too soon.
By Stephanie J. Bradberry3 years ago in Fiction
The End of Emblar
Wrothgar threw down his weapons and shouted, “Do not harm them! Storn should have the final say on what happens to the ones we left alive!” Rikka, still holding a sword to her prisoner’s throat, said, “he would not suggest we ransom them! These Shifters are dangerous, far too dangerous for that kind of mercy.” The sky grew darker and things were changing all around them. “You’re right,” said Wrothgar, “but we’ve yet to hear from Jorn or Storn since they left to have talks with the Waning King. Their tongues are sharper than our swords you know.” Rikka nodded at her brother and then slit the throat of her captive. The other Shifters, who were in the service of Elonwye, looked on at them as savages but never showed a glimpse of fear. This world was living its final day and the sun was just near its resting place on the horizon. Blood ran across every inch of ground on Emblar. The other 8 worlds had already met their fate while Emblar itself still gasped for air. “I heard from the others that the ships were almost ready. Elloga crafted these to ride the rifts of Outer Darkness, hopefully somewhere far away from this place,” Wrothgar said hoping to reassure his sister. She was lost for a moment, gazing at a field of stone graves on the other side of the battlefield. She said to herself in a quiet voice, “Look after the place while we’re gone, father.” Wrothgar pulled Rikka by her hand and they ran toward the shipyard to meet with the others.
By Braison Cyrus3 years ago in Fiction
The Last Window
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. The embroidered hem of her white dress trailed behind her across the gritty granite tiles. Her dark hair curled and floated behind her, almost touching the floor.
By GK Bird3 years ago in Fiction
Cold Soul. Runner-Up in Behind the Last Window Challenge.
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. The glimpse was all Crystal remembered from her childhood, but she held that single frame of memory in her soul like a solitary ember cast from the hearth.
By Addison Horner3 years ago in Fiction
Beyond Infinity
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Tawna sneered as she watched them, out there, those soulless drones, marching, by ones and by twos, some in small groups with a false sense of purpose. They wore grins, blank but wide - the smiling mask, the hallmark of the unenlightened, the unintelligent, the unevolved.
By Misty Rae3 years ago in Fiction
I Am The Feathered Serpent
Ô Quetzalcoatl, Precious Serpent, Wisest of Men and Second Sun, please heal my daughter, though she has been cursed. Tlamacazqui says the White Teotls have hexed her with disease brought with the morning from across the vast ocean, and only you can save her, he says. Ô Quetzalcoatl, Precious Serpent, Creator of Worlds, God of the Winds and Mover of Cycles, please accept this offering and in return, heal my daughter as I send her to you.
By Claire Guérin3 years ago in Fiction
The Cabin Sprite. Second Place in Weekend Getaway Challenge.
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. My breath fogged the truck window as I leaned against the door, admiring the gauzy veils of ice clinging to the sloped roof. It looked like something out of a fairytale –the witch’s cottage, deep in the woods, surrounded by pine and rumors of missing children.
By Kiera G 3 years ago in Fiction
Homesick. First Place in Weekend Getaway Challenge.
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. I knew we were heading there because he was a man of habit. The impulse was carved into his very being, and he was drawn to the cabin every winter like a moth to a flame. But he wasn't a moth, he was a wolf in sheep's clothing.
By J. R. Lowe3 years ago in Fiction