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Stories in Fiction that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
SO MANY PAINTINGS
SO MANY PAINTINGS Psst! * * There were times, many times I wished I had the opportunity and financial ability to go to college and study art. Not to draw. No! I’m lucky I can mix red and blue and come up with purple. I’m lucky I can draw two parallel lines and have them look somewhat equal. What I would have loved to have studied were the artists and their creations. What were their inspirations? Where did they get their ideas? What made them choose one idea over another?
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Fiction
Solutions
I was itchy. I wanted to shrug, scratch that itch, but Mother wouldn't let me. It was infuriating. It was agonizing. You soft skins, with your flexible parts. Does your progenitor echo at you for flexing, scratching, moving? You try being almost motionless for millennia, and see how you feel when the only excitement comes from hurricanes, earthquakes, landslides!
By Meredith Harmon2 years ago in Fiction
Being Human
Wandering this world, we brashly claim ownership. We give and take, create and destroy, harmonize and clash, carving our names into history's flesh. Poking and prodding, we pry at the very fabric of our existence in our thirst for knowledge - as we reach for new worlds among the stars.
By Dana Crandell2 years ago in Fiction
Becoming I. Runner-Up in Whispering Woods Challenge.
As dawn breaks night's terror with a sure and steady hand, the harbinger's scream has faded to an echo of memory. In its wake, nothing but a buzzy chirp and coo of conversation scores the canopy of my trees. The day rolling in is gentle, the air calm and cooling, with skies a soothing powdered blue. Dew glistens in dapples along my mossy pathways, coaxing the rising sun's warmth into the last of night's shadows where blood, splashed from kills onto the loin of my trees, remains wet.
By Caroline Jane2 years ago in Fiction
Worrying Over You
There were times that Lucian really wanted to smack his husband upside the head. Now was one of those times. Since Lucian had gotten pregnant over a month ago, a process that halted his transition for the next nine months, his husband had been overdoing things. Mostly household chores. Taking him to every single appointment, which was lovely but he can still drive himself.
By Raphael Fontenelle2 years ago in Fiction
The Decrepit Copse
Zilch wandered down from the mountain after discovering an indescribable treasure at its peak. An old juggler dared him to climb the mountain, but first gifted him a magic cap. Zilch felt silly wearing it—it was a jester’s hat, after all!—but it bestowed physical strength, endurance, and a level of awareness that helped him avoid and overcome the dangers of the mountain paths.
By C. Rommial Butler2 years ago in Fiction
