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

The Haint of Blue Heron Creek. Winner in Leave the Light On Challenge.
Nate stirred the soup even though it didn’t need stirring. The can said “hearty beef,” but it was thin as brown ditchwater. The floating bits of gristle reminded Nate of drowning insects, bobbing in the creek. Behind him, Ty sat on the kitchen floor, coloring. The waxy scrape of crayon on paper grated on Nate’s nerves.
By Sandor Szabo6 months ago in Fiction
Life After Summer
"Hut one. Hut two. Hut three. Go long! Come on, don't go easy on me, now." Football was like breathing for my father. As his only child, it was a given that it would be in my blood.
By Julie Lacksonen6 months ago in Fiction
Summer of 94. Content Warning.
It was 1994. I had just finished my fourth year of school. I had left on a bit of a high note too. I had won the math contest and was looking forward to the holidays. Most summers we would go on a trip, however this year we were getting our house renovated. We were pretty much confined to the basement and most of the time watching TV or playing Nintendo.
By Sid Aaron Hirji6 months ago in Fiction
A Look at Life
Jesse's mom always knew he was odd. He was in fact, "different" from the other small children that gathered in the courtyard play area. That's why they shunned him. But it was strange to her that it never seemed to bother her little blond-headed boy. He was in a world of his own most of the time and probably hadn't noticed their mocking of him. They called him four eyes because of the thick glasses he wore with the head strap to keep them secure. But maybe he hadn't heard their nips because he wore hearing aids in both ears. Even Jesse's mother, Brittany thought he appeared more like a ninety-year old man than a a five year old.
By Shirley Belk6 months ago in Fiction
Not Him. Not Now. . Runner-Up in The Summer That Wasn’t Challenge.
This was meant to be the summer of progress. New systems, new structure, new home, new routine. A new rhythm to life for all of us. A proper house this time, one that came with more than one bedroom for the four of us, a solid roof, floorboards that didn't screech under pressure. It was supposed to be a summer of painting walls and building garden beds. We had planned to flourish this season.
By Autumn Stew6 months ago in Fiction
South Beach
Martha's Vineyard Cold waves crashed against even colder rocks while a cacophony of sea birds sang their morning songs against the salted wind. Kyle’s nostrils filled with the briny aroma of the Atlantic ocean, jostling him awake from his lucid dream. Short arms sprang into the air, popping and cracking with relieving pleasure. A deep yawn erupted from his mouth as he stretched out his right pointer finger to stop the oceanic wake-up alarm on his cracked cellphone.
By Kale Sinclair6 months ago in Fiction
The Quiet Night
It had been a long day. Anna had had a long day of school, homework, babysitting her cousins, and chores. She was so tired as the sun set outside the house that she had grown up in. She loved watching the scene as the sky radiated with purple, pink, and orange. There was a quiet peace, this was her time.
By Judith Jascha6 months ago in Fiction
For This Summer To End. Runner-Up in The Summer That Wasn’t Challenge. Content Warning.
The last summer storm brought another foot of water to the normally calm stream. The water gushed passed, branches from toppling trees, and stolen items from the distance campsite being tossed about in its wake. Sitting on the side of the slopped drop-off, a young mother looked down at the once shallow passage. It was usually just more than a trickle – the tiniest of creeks, just deep enough for a child to wet their feet. Not too deep for a mother to worry.
By Connie6 months ago in Fiction
Summer's Rain 🌧️
Ziv was eight years old. He had always loved the rain. When the Summer sun heated his skin to melting and the sky turned a darker shade...he would escape when Momma was not looking and go jump in the puddles, his clothes drenched in the downpour.
By Novel Allen6 months ago in Fiction
I am Bexley chap 25 “Heavy”
We had a moment. She asked me about true love. “So? Spill. I need to know. How did you know?” Emma says to me. It’s a moment of quiet after the storm. All of us have been in a heated debate of whether we should go home to heal Asher or go to talk to some of the higher members of the zombie elite. So far, there hasn’t been any sort of conclusion to everyone’s bickering. Stan and I don’t agree. He is my husband—-it saddens me that we’re not on the same page. He wanted to go home. I wanted to talk to the elite to get negotiations started. It’s not that I didn’t think going home to Asher wasn’t important—-it was. I just felt this heavy weight cross over me thinking about all the poor souls and undead needing help and better shelter, equal rights and a better life/unlife.
By Melissa Ingoldsby6 months ago in Fiction
Magic Reborn
The air whipped around them chilled by the early start of winter, and the dazzling lights of the skyline gave way to the rolling curves of the milky-way. Hecate cruised through the air lazily, half-tempted to jettison the scrappy little upstarts gliding beside her. But, her curiosity had been property piqued by this itchy-witchy little girl who had dared to seek her out in this modern age.
By Taylor Rigsby6 months ago in Fiction
Cuck-oo
I think, on reflection, that it would have been better if Isaiah had been a chauvinist. If he'd made some vulgar remarks about my breasts, swelling and leaking under my loose blouse.
By L.C. Schäfer6 months ago in Fiction