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Stories in Fiction that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
Quick and Cold
I sat on the edge of the hard couch, the paper towel sticking to my bare bottom. The flimsy gown barely covered my nakedness. I bit my lip and fidgeted. The doctor's voice droned on. I caught words like "outpatient", "very quick", "routine", "after care". She pointed to her clipboard, going through the list of side effects and risks.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Death Sings
Floating out of the grey of the early dawn he had come. A phantom. A spectre. Lone and undeterred, unerring in his way, hailed by the blood song no mortal ear could hear. Down from the mountains came the misty white. It strode like ghosts through the wood, tiptoed over the sodden earth into the meadow and wreathed him who should not be.
By R. B. Booth2 years ago in Fiction
Emotional Damage
Sicily | 1943 Peering out of a pair of double glass doors, Rosalie took in the marvelous view of Canicatti’s rolling, emerald knolls, and the town’s vast array of sandstone, clay, marble, and brick structures ranging as far back as the fourteen-hundreds. Corrado paced back and forth, unimpressed with the view, and more concerned with their wrongful imprisonment.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
A rat in the cage.
Written for the Telltale crimson trail by Ray Taylor. Part of his challenge is to write a micro fiction continuation in exactly 250 words for the story he started. Join in on the fun! Details below. If you haven't read his series, my entry will make little sense. Catch up here!
By Lamar Wiggins2 years ago in Fiction
Second Chances
Hear me, Lord of Death. Another approaches. I've read the texts. I can see you. That's right. That is your body. The damage is not that bad. Dead? Not quite. Not just yet. But tell me, what were you trying to do? Leave? Yes, I know. Everything IS hard. But stay for just a moment with me, weightless in this sunless space. Who am I? An echo of regret. Oh, you don't like that? Ok, look, just imagine I have a hand, and you have a hand. And here, I gently take yours in mine. I'm a friend. I have a lot to share with you.
By Stéphane Dreyfus2 years ago in Fiction
Love Thy Self
Kareema walked through a field of flowers with a big smile across her face. All her life the hardest thing for Kareema was learning how to love herself. After 25 years she now believes that she has discovered the secret to self love and she is ready to share it with others.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Fiction
Telltale crimson trail. Content Warning.
I'd seen gray snow, I'd seen brown, mushy snow on the highway. I'd seen yellow snow too, but this was the first time I had seen pink snow. The sight of it turned my stomach. The crimson stain had grown into a shadow, an outline, like an island. The spatter from the blow had left a telltale bloody trail leading away from the gaping wound in the victim's head.
By Raymond G. Taylor2 years ago in Fiction
