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Stories in Fiction that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
A Purposeful Life
In a small town, there are three main types of people that live around. One would be the kind of person who loves nature and loves animals and has an art appreciation. Another would be the type of person who would work hard at everything they did and was determined to achieve their dreams. And finally, there is another type of person that was born into this world and never really had any expectations for what to do with their life.
By Gloria Michael 4 years ago in Fiction
I Just Need a Shower
I awake from a beautiful dream. The usual. Hurried footsteps clacking on pavement. I peek my head out from underneath my shell of warmth and watch as the people rush past. Most of them ignore me. A few of them make eye contact but barely linger long. I know a few of them wish they could help but life drags them onward. I wonder if any of them think of me throughout their day? Maybe they feel guilty for not dropping a coin. Maybe they think about how they could have saved the sandwich they just tossed in the trash. After their brief moment of empathy, they move on and forget.
By Michael Crone4 years ago in Fiction
Last Light
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Isolated in the deep forest, there was no one to see the candlelight, or wonder at its meaning. But in the village, beyond the wood’s leafless branches, three figures woke in three separate houses. Each of them felt the candle come to life at the cabin, and each of them felt cold fear burn within them.
By Deyna Dodds4 years ago in Fiction
The Scientist's Daughter. Runner-Up in Unexpected Uncovering Challenge.
I was born in the middle of winter, and the birth was difficult. My father sent for a midwife, but she couldn’t get to us in time to help my mother. My mother died. My father began to obsess over the specialist knowledge he lacked which could have saved her.
By L.C. Schäfer4 years ago in Fiction
Dark Roast
I can tell a lot about a person from what they drink. So could you, if you were in my line of work. Take Mr Green-Tea-Frappuccino. I’ve no problem with ironic beards, but when the temperature’s low enough you half expect polar bears on your commute? Sticking to iced drinks is perverse. Probably a Taurus, they’re known for that kind of thing.
By Lauren Everdell4 years ago in Fiction
Cryptic Imperium
There weren’t always Dragons in the Valley. Rain began to patter stone. Dismal rock at the top of the world stretched from mountain shrubs to a precipitous drop. Ebony waters lapped placidly leagues below. The day’s last sunlight clung to the gulf’s horizon, blotted out by thickly laid, cinder grey clouds. Lucid lightning reflected off the brackish abyss; thunder growled and bellowed in the distance. The storm had come. The somber and subdued scene was beginning to be washed away by a gelid rain, like lasting consciousness dissolving a nightmare.
By Talia Frank4 years ago in Fiction
An Antiquarian's Race Against Time
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley, or so I thought… As a book collector and antiquarian, I treasured history, storytelling, and artifacts. I was on my way to a new antiques shop in the Valley that I’d heard about, searching for a specific book of world history that I hoped would complete my collection. Other bookstores in town seemed at a loss for my request. I'd searched every bookstore and antiques specialty shop in town for this treasure and my last hope of finding it was at the latest antiques shop downtown. The shop had no name — only an address. I drove my car down some cobblestone roads, swerved into an alleyway and parked.
By Vayle K Lafehr4 years ago in Fiction
Immortal Affairs
There was an unusual silence that enshrouded Bill and Karina. Bill didn’t think much about the lack of conversation, his mind much more focused on the steak dinner in front of him. He was starving, shoving bite after bite down as if he had just been rescued from the Sahara. It was only when the lights above their booth started to dim that he finally looked at his girlfriend. She sat perfectly still.
By Sydney David4 years ago in Fiction
