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Stories in Fiction that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
Night of the Consumers
The new employee stepped through the automatic doors of the Supermarket, ready to begin their first day. The fluorescent lights flickered overhead. The smell of cleaning supplies and out-dated food slapped them in the face. Various shelves lacked product. Odd stains littered the walls and tiled floor.
By Luna Jordan6 months ago in Fiction
Equations. Content Warning.
It’s Monday at eight PM when I pick up the phone and dial. As the phone's ringing, I think of all the things to say. I rehearse the permutations in my head, playing out imaginary scenarios. If she says this, I will say that. If she tells me this, I will tell her that. Our conversation will be equal.
By Alison McBain6 months ago in Fiction
Goulhearth's Marvelous Institute of Wizardry and Other Magical Creations
Night drew Sienna Rosewood in like a hungry moth to a kindred spirit, with deep azure and cerulean blue flames, just like her own slow-burning fire. The sky dotted above, illuminating her path. The sounds of birds were still, the whisper of crickets chirping off in the distance devoured the quiet air until there was nothing left but her own faint footsteps trudging through the sand as waves crashed against the heavy rocks below. Sienna was worried, she knew she had to get back to the school before the moon struck twelve, just overhead. None of the other witches’ dragons had appeared at their monthly meeting and she was risking losing everything—her housing, her scholarship, her place on the committee—and all for what? An old-wives tale? Some secret superstition about paintings that no one believed? She began to wonder if what she was doing was right, after all, who did she have anything to prove to? Herself? Her Professor? Birdie Mandrake? Sienna was a fellow fourth year, soon to graduate and should’ve known better than to make a bet with Ambrosia Mandrake’s elfin daughter.
By K.H. Obergfoll6 months ago in Fiction
Cabin on the Lake
I sighed and pulled my hat brim down to protect my face from the summer sun. Just a few more chapters, I promised myself, turning my attention back to my book. After several efforts to read, I discovered I couldn’t focus on the words, so I leaned back and looked at the lake.
By Julie Lacksonen6 months ago in Fiction
The Legacy of Home
It was only August, but it already felt like Summer’s end. The heat had broken; maybe it was the thunderstorm of tears I had wept which had tempered the humidity and made the air less oppressive, as if the world were giving me some comfort. My eyes sizzled at the thought, threatening to begin bubbling pools again. I blinked fiercely, urging them silently to settle themselves. They obeyed, this time, and I sighed in relief. I did not want my eyes blurry as I traveled the tree arched mountain pass, her road ways curving up like a sanguine river. It was so peaceful, so familiar, and I cherished the sun sparkling through the emerald leaves and the smell of the sunlight toasting the onion grass as I drove onward towards home.
By Ellie Hoovs6 months ago in Fiction
