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Stories in Fiction that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.

THE PROPOSAL
Wearing his best suit, Peter strutted around the wedding reception area as if he owned the building. From the moment he saw Paula, they were inseparable soul mates.
By Babs Iverson2 years ago in Fiction
The Deep End
Chance subscribed to a universal mystique surrounding an unknown, a metaphysical construct called the deep end. It was his sensibility of going too far; overreaching; sticking your neck out.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Another year
Today is not like any other day. It is the one day of the year that I force myself to visit you. I sit in my gray buick watching the snow fall. I can hear the stillness of the earth with nothing but the damp flakes resting around me. I breathe in deeply as I force myself out of the car.
By Ashley Shiflett2 years ago in Fiction
More Than One Can Bear. Content Warning.
Many people are under the impression that big things don’t get lost or forgotten. I know firsthand that many people are delusional.
By The Dani Writer2 years ago in Fiction
The Lost Journal. Content Warning.
There I was, sitting around. I’d be smiling if I had a face. I was sitting on a shelf in the corner of a dimly lit room. I was friends with the other forgotten and dusty items here.
By Alex H Mittelman 2 years ago in Fiction
Benny's Loss
Hey! Benny, look over here, you little idiot. I was so good when you ate apples; I never interrupted or distracted you. I kept quiet when you played softball with Ken, Terry, and all your friends. Do you remember when Terry punched you in the stomach, and you bent over in pain, biting your lip? I was there for when you had to lick all those Valentine’s envelopes to hand out in your class. Eleanor, wasn’t that her name? The girl with braces you had a crush on and tried to kiss, but her braces scratched your lips? Oh, yes, Benny, I remember!
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Fiction
Freedom is never Free
He never liked me, but we are good together. I know he has this aversion towards our relationship, I feel it every time he holds me, and yet.
By JBaz2 years ago in Fiction
Alone In The Snow
The soft white flakes were falling heavily, blanketing the ground with a white quilt. The quilted softness might have been appealing through the eyes of other on-lookers, but to me it looked cold, and hardened just like my heart. I examined the crystal-clear beauty of an icicle on a nearby tree, clear, sparkling and beautiful. The tears rolling down my cheek were also clear, but unlike the icicle, they were not beautiful; each tear froze against my skin, burning white-hot like ice when it touched the skin.
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Fiction
Chasing a ghost through the vast white
“Halligan!” I can see his silhouette some way in the distance. He has been there for a while but he doesn’t seem to move, either toward or away from me.
By Beth Sarah2 years ago in Fiction
The Last New Day With Her
A warm, yellow light began to peek under the bottom of the fridge — the start of a new day. Right on cue, a shadow fell across the strip of light. A black nose immediately stuck itself in the gap between the fridge door and the floor, the white, furry mustache below the twitching nose visible in the slowly disappearing darkness.
By Muchtar Suryawan2 years ago in Fiction
With Love
Dear Idiot, This is why people have filing systems. Stuffing me in an unread book was a bad move. Do you even read by the way? Judging by the state of my neighbours I’m thinking not. Pages pristine, covers an inch deep in dust. You’re never going to find me.
By Lauren Everdell2 years ago in Fiction
Spunky's First Snow
Spunky peeked out of her brightly painted little barn in the green countryside, in wonder and fascination. Gingerly, she extended her soft, pink nose to sniff the fluffy, white blanket that had covered everything during the night. Her little nostrils filled with the cold, wet stuff and she sneezed, shaking her head and kicking up her heels. “Whatever could this be?” she said, aloud.
By Dana Crandell2 years ago in Fiction