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Stories in Fiction that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
In This Memory. Honorable Mention in The Forgotten Room Challenge.
That we lived in the house so long after what happened is something I'll never understand. We sealed up her room but the house itself was an altar to her presence. You couldn't walk over a creaky floorboard or see a line on a wall from one of her markers that didn't flood your mind with memories so vivid and strong it felt like a stroke. God, did we miss her.
By Adam Diehl4 months ago in Fiction
Here Without You
Standing at the edge of the ravine, looking out among the changing colors of the rocks that line the chasm in beautiful swirls. Some of them shimmer in the light of the setting sun behind you, remembering the glow of her eyes the last time you were here. The image is so clear, with the sunset dancing along the golden locks of her hair. You are looking up at her from being down on one knee. A ring is wedged tightly between your fingers as well as the question is between your lips. The weight of the world rests on your shoulders while you wait for what feels like an eternity for her to say, “Yes!”
By Gunnar Anderson4 months ago in Fiction
The Knock at Hollow Lane
The first knock was so soft Mara thought she had dreamed it. The cottage was always quiet in the evenings, but that night the silence was heavier, as if the walls themselves were listening. The fire guttered down to a bed of embers, pulsing faint orange. The mantle clock ticked with a thin, nervous rhythm. Wind shouldered the house, carrying rain across the moor, brushing the windowpanes with long, wet fingers.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales4 months ago in Fiction
Don't Do It. Content Warning.
Emery stood at the bottom of the escalator, fingers clutching the strap of her purse. The lobby was mostly dead, with the exception of the maintenance man. Every fiber of her being screamed at her to turn back—to return to the safety behind the desk.
By Tennessee Garbage4 months ago in Fiction
Chaos Celebration Part One
“So, what are you doing this weekend?” Colin asked as he watched Lincoln begin to gather his scattered belongings. The two men had been hanging out in Brewing Books all morning while Colin waited for his shift and Lincoln worked on plotting his book.
By Reb Kreyling4 months ago in Fiction
Dead-End
Bay, always in cut off jeans in the unforgiving summer heat lived in the house on the end of our road, the left side. I never knew why he was called Bay, his given name was Lou. He had an older sister, Sherry or Cherie, something like that who always wore this really long face, plain, thin and pale she seemed to strain when she smiled from their doorway. She never came out to play with the rest of us. I don't blame her honestly, we were a very gnarly bunch. Bay also had a little brother, I thought he was quite cute. He also wore cute off jeans.
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)4 months ago in Fiction
