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Stories in Fiction that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
Restoration
The healer’s hands glowed slightly as she moved them over the child’s head. Her fingers danced in the air, matching the rhythm of her humming like she was playing an instrument. Her dress was a pale blue, and she wore her hair tied back in a low bun, safely out of her face. She was spotless, despite the blood on the boy’s face.
By Alexander McEvoy8 months ago in Fiction
A Good Haircut
Ruthie used a paper fan with a picture of blue-eyed Jesus while the air conditioner audibly struggled. She’d brought her daughter to Connie’s salon for a trim. Connie cleared her afternoon, knowing it would take hours. First to dye, set, and style the look that Ruthie had maintained for twenty years. Then to comb the girl’s knotted clumps of auburn hair.
By Leslie Writes9 months ago in Fiction
Phinehas Shaw
Here, before us, is Phinehas Shaw, Brother, Father, Son, Uncle, Cousin, and friend to so very, very many. As I look out into the crowd, I can truly see how well Phinehas was loved or at least known. I must say, I’ve never seen a crowd this large gathered together to see just one person. I’m impressed. I didn’t think that this many people could fit inside the building.
By David E. Perry9 months ago in Fiction
Of Another Kind Altogether—Part 2
Dr. Tilden was puzzled by Marilyn’s ultrasound. The uterus was a size compatible with a 12-week gestation, but it looked empty. Normally, this would be termed a failed pregnancy, a “blighted ovum,” or an “empty sac,” doomed as an inevitable miscarriage. Yet Marilyn’s serial blood tests demonstrated rising hCG hormones, indicating a healthy pregnancy.
By Gerard DiLeo9 months ago in Fiction
An Unlikely Friendship
A high school jock comes to the aid of a classmate being bullied. When Alex Bigton walked into the school restroom between classes, he walked right into Boomer Watts, the class bully. Boomer had a kid named Jarrid pinned up against the wall. He was tormenting the kid and threatening to “kick his ass”.
By Scott A. Gese9 months ago in Fiction
If You Never Leave?
Death was reading Wilma’s manuscript as she typed away another project. She didn’t mind them sitting in the armchair by the window of her office; she had long since gotten use to their quiet presence. Anxiety grows tedious with age, especially at one-hundred-and-forty.
By Conor Matthews9 months ago in Fiction
