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Stories in Fiction that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
The Anonymous Letter Writer
She knew she didn’t have a choice. Her father, of course, was right. They needed the money and could not afford to send her to school past the sixth grade. Not to mention the fact that he did not believe girls needed an education to raise babies, which, in his opinion, was all women were good for.
By Terri Kallochabout a year ago in Fiction
So Long
In a singularly improbable incident, the likes of which have never happened before or since in recorded history, a voice spoke to the infinite universe. Directly into the minds or equivalents of every species with the evolution to comprehend it, the words were spoken. Though not in a language that any living could dare dream to understand.
By Alexander McEvoyabout a year ago in Fiction
The Little Pine Tree
The little pine tree sat on the edge of the Christmas tree field. It looked down on rows and rows of perfect trees of many types: blue spruce, with pointy, stabby needles; balsam fir with their citrusy scent; white spruce, tall and perfectly shaped; even some pines, not that different from itself. Many of the other trees were much bigger than the little pine tree, but it didn’t mind. Not every house could hold a twenty foot tree. It knew that somewhere there was a perfect little house where it would be just the right size. A perfect little house just waiting for a perfect little pine tree for Christmas.
By Laura DePaceabout a year ago in Fiction
Lions Head In The Well
The forest of voices Pinny folded her skirt and climbed over the toppled tree. The green lichen dusted her hand, she brought her palms together and brushed them off. Along the ground of the lost forest, next to her feet and to the side, was a line of winterstone flies carrying dried leaves above their little bodies. Not wanting to step on them under the weight of her feet, she kept in the middle and walked ahead.
By Caitlin Charltonabout a year ago in Fiction
Blue Rose Cottage
As the last dying rays of sunset struck the cracked window, Jane pressed her nose to the glass. Inside she could see dust motes dancing in the beam like tiny fairies on the summer solstice. A ballet of hope performed on a floating stage. The old cottage stood alone in the field… seemingly lonely, forlorn, abandoned… just like her.
By Andrew C McDonaldabout a year ago in Fiction
Shady Acres
-Oh, Jeff... I love you too...but… the cancer is back. I can't bear for you to watch me whittle away to nothing. You deserve a healthier partner, one you can eventually marry and grow old with.... Go find her, Jeff. She's out there waiting for you. Think of me as a dying butterfly... one you used to know-
By Lamar Wigginsabout a year ago in Fiction
