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Stories in Fiction that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
El Matón. Content Warning.
How long have I been sitting here? Rayan wonders, rubbing a sweaty palm against the leg of his Levi’s. It must be over an hour, and still no sign of the detectives who'd led him in here. The cold, steel-backed chair he's sitting in has become almost painful. It takes a conscious effort to stop himself from squirming.
By Kenny Pennabout a year ago in Fiction
The Engine Revs
I'm tired. Kin, the great city soldier of chaos, is tired. Not enough for the effort of lighting a cigar and pouring bourbon to be exhausting, but enough for the process of thinking to have become taxing. My thoughts, my soul, they rev higher and higher, bouncing first off the red line and then promising to smash through it while I become a machine consuming gallons upon gallons of fuel to keep up with the demand.
By Silver Dauxabout a year ago in Fiction
Finding Tom
Running into the kitchen, Joel glanced around. ‘Hey Mom, where’s Tom? I can’t find him anywhere.” Distracted, his mother replied, “Don’t worry about Tom dear. Go out and play.” Wiping her flour dusted hands on her apron, she went back to pounding on the dough.
By Andrew C McDonaldabout a year ago in Fiction
The Black-Eyed Pea
I was going to meet Pam at The Black-Eyed Pea. I didn't like the name of this restaurant. Ironically, I felt like I had a black eye when I left that place. The whole restaurant felt like the size of a large walk-in closet but it was not nearly as welcoming as a closet typically is. I thought to myself that maybe they named it The Black-Eyed Pea because the building was as big as a pea.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Fiction
Time for Answers
The knock on the head that Dave had sustained when his wife hit him with a rock had not only injured him but disoriented him. He didn't remember that it was his wife who had assaulted him. He had no idea where he was or what was going on. He knew there were two women and he knew that he was outdoors. He knew that he was tied up and he knew that he was in trouble.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
The Bee and the Flower
The bee came to the garden to talk to the flowers. “Hello, Miss Flower, how are you today?” “Mr. Bee, I’m a little worried, you see. There’s a girl in the house who picks several of us each day. My cousins are already gone, so are my sisters. I’m the only one left and now she’s certainly going to pick me later today.”
By Susan Fourtané about a year ago in Fiction
Creeping Void
The stars are going out. For some reason, this doesn’t strike me as a sad thing. Nor a terrible one. I am seated on a couch, far beyond the crushing grip of our gravity well. Far beyond the light of our native star. For all that, I do not know where I am. Only that I am seated on a couch, the metal of the space station’s deck cold under my feet, with my arm around someone as we watch the stars go out.
By Alexander McEvoyabout a year ago in Fiction
