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Stories in Fiction that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
DOLEN
“Drive!” Dolen shouts at Victor, who peels away just as Dolen barely makes it into the relative safety of the car. Dolen leans over to pull the door shut, smells the burning rubber, and flinches as shattered glass from the rear windshield sprinkles down from the lone bullet that manages to hit the car.
By Aaron Morrison2 years ago in Fiction
Whispering Woods Biomass
"There is danger at the edge," Irene told the newly born sapling. "I don't understand, Mother." "I did my best to birth you deep inside our forest hamlet, but destructive humans come deeper each day. Flying objects called buzzers zoom over my head and those of my relative, noisily searching for new playgrounds."
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Fiction
Goddess of Vengeance
“They are getting closer, Saoirse,” the trees whisper, “You need to hide.” My blood pounds in my ears and my chest feels heavy with doubt. What if I never make it to Serpent Cove? I shake my head as if to rid myself of the thought. Fear would not overtake my mind or shorten my strides. I could not stop; not yet. I had to gain more ground even though my body was giving out and the necromancers were closing in. If I were to be caught, I would never get another chance.
By Justine Seifert2 years ago in Fiction
Enchanted Elms
The twins had wandered too far and lost their way. They had left home that morning for a day of adventure. The king and queen had specifically warned them against traveling too far; had even reminded the prince and princess to stay protective of one another. Princess Alana had remembered their parents' directions and meant to abide by it; Prince Meric either hadn't remembered his parents' advice or, as usual, had chosen to ignore their words.
By Kent Brindley2 years ago in Fiction
The Development
“My name is Kami,” she said. Paul hadn’t asked. He had barely glanced at her as he walked by the bus stop. She was sitting on a dirty bench under the straight arch of clear plastic, with graffiti covering the walls and bisecting the scene at her back.
By Alison McBain2 years ago in Fiction
Pride Comes Before the Fall
I stretched in a vain attempt to wake myself up, to just make myself a bit taller, to simply push away the constricting dirt that imprisoned me under the cold surface of the earth. The sunlight beamed as I made my last attempt at growing taller.
By Isabella Rose2 years ago in Fiction
The Legend of Ardanor. Runner-Up in Whispering Woods Challenge.
The trees are talking. At least that's what it sounded like to Rin, he could hear the birds tweeting, and the rustling of leaves replying. He imagined deep and long conversations happening between all the creatures of the forest and the trees of old.
By Liam Storm2 years ago in Fiction
