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Stories in Fiction that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
At the Place of Perpetual Dusk
A young woman stood at the edge, too far up to see the ground. She was where the trees of the earth grew no more and clouds moved out of an old god’s lungs. Her eyes shrank to see the posture of the god’s blurred face, pushed up to the heavens to such a degree that she could not make godly nose from godly eye.
By Mackenzie Davisabout a year ago in Fiction
A place to lay her head. Runner-up in L*pogram Challenge.
The others all leave the place of pages, every day when the clock says seven. They can go home you see. Back to parents and a mum and a dad and hot food and enough sleep and no sounds and a real bed. That's what they have, and what she wants.
By Joe O’Connorabout a year ago in Fiction
The Outbreak
Another day of the week. Woke up at seven, thwacked the alarm clock to make that beastly gadget shut up. As usual, my body asleep one second and fully aware the next. The bedroom, the shower, the clothes chosen yesterday and carefully arranged on the sofa for me to put on today. The same as every day. And yet… My whole body felt out of sorts. Each step seemed more laboured than usual, and a tenseness around my temples was a sure symptom of a headache about to develop later on.
By Katarzyna Popielabout a year ago in Fiction
The Selfless Room
The new entrant to my group forgot to leave phones at the door. Our project of the moment was a locket that, when worn, could make someone so sad that they forget about all loved ones. Our task was to hover around, a halo of no person, and focus on the troublesome aura to relocate to a secure capsule. As the force moved, a call buzzed from a pocket. The curse must have dashed to the phone. The locket was unburdened, but we were not successful. The phone screen flashed, a grad photo of a boy flanked by two parents. My breath caught.
By Penny Fullerabout a year ago in Fiction
The bloom of a rare Blue rose
A rare untruth By lucky or unlucky chance, or by sheer happenstance, there came to me the knowledge of an untruth most hurtful to my gentle heart. The learned truth of your falsehood as concerns the rare blue rose. For the gorgeous and lovely flower that you gave to me comes not by the naturalness of nature, but by means of doctored alchemy.
By Novel Allenabout a year ago in Fiction
