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Stories in Fiction that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
The Archer
His stomach growled. A gentle rain broke on the forest green canopy and dripped down his matching green hood. He found the gentle pitter patter of rain soothing. Jahn had complained it was a terrible day for an ambush, but what did that little man know?
By Matthew J. Frommabout a year ago in Fiction
Look Up
On a rarely perfect night, my father woke me with a whispered, “let’s look at the stars.” So, I stood next to him, as he lined up my grandfather’s old telescope, yawning and pulling my thick blanket close around my shoulders. Despite the light pollution from the city, in the early hours of the morning, when the city lights dimmed, the stars were beautiful.
By Alexander McEvoyabout a year ago in Fiction
Puzzzle
The package arrived on her doorstep sometime in the night, and was waiting on the step when she opened the door to take Taco, her late husband’s tiny dog, out for a walk. It was wrapped in brown paper, and bore her first name, Amelia. No last name. And no return address.
By Laura DePaceabout a year ago in Fiction
Where Tears Meet the Breath of Alcohol
They always tried to leave for school early to reach the chestnut trees before the pigs did. Chestnuts were highly valued at school, especially by the fifth lesson, when everyone’s stomachs were rumbling. Sam, Ted’s next-door neighbor who had just moved to the countryside and was unfamiliar with rural life (something Ted often took advantage of), quickly became obsessed with Ted. Sam’s parents said that when he had a fever, he rambled about Ted being his only friend.
By Tedo Sharadenidzeabout a year ago in Fiction
Coyote and the Council
Coyote had called yet another council meeting. I was getting rather disturbed by it all. One can only do so much about the natural order and the food chain. And even Coyote was annoyed by all the meetings; a millennium of punishment for being too much of an incarnation of chaos, and not enough of a clever problem solver, that may or may not disturb the rules set by Father Sun and Mother Moon, was taking its toll. Yes, this is why there are so many names for deities. One word just doesn't sum them up; they're too complicated for that. Their names become some sort of hollow place holder. It's complicated. Coyote once tried explaining it to me, and we ended up debating the nature of what constitutes an egg for six days.
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Fiction
Tiffany's Epiphany
Tiffany Higgins had been sitting on the hard plastic chairs, feeling her behind get numb and her courage failing. She was still in her office clothes and the sweat was gathering in her polyester armpits. The sudden silence and the anxious stares became the prompt for her rehearsed lines. Her voice was hesitant.
By Rachel Robbinsabout a year ago in Fiction
