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

The Swashbuckler's Secret
The old house creaked as the wind was blowing swiftly across the valley. The cold of fall was blowing in, and preparation for their new home. All the wooden boxes lay piled in the attic. A searing pain landed William on the ground. Low-lying rafters and the small space were a recipe for disaster for the tall man. Laying on the ground, he could feel the searing pain from the headache. William groaned and sat up in the narrow pathway. He could hear his wife with her brogue, even through the pain screaming at their children. She always had a hot temper and could never stay calm. Her red hair was as hot as her temper, but as mild manner as William was, he loved her.
By Sarah Danaher3 years ago in Fiction
Playing with Myself
“Come on, man! Let me out.” “Not sure that's a good idea. Last time you totally went off on me.” “But it turned out okay. Besides, we needed it.”
By Dana Crandell3 years ago in Fiction
No Bacon for the Bobcat
"Always fry bacon in Crisco," she reminded us as we sat on the floor with the half-bobcat kitten, listening to the snap, crackle, pop of fat meeting fat.
By Sav Map3 years ago in Fiction
The Prose Teacher
A time ago there was once - ‘No. Again!’ The rod whipped through the air and across my knuckles, drawing blood. It dripped through my fingers onto my keyboard.
By Shane Dobbie3 years ago in Fiction
First Contact
Anxious murmurs filled the Council. "How long until contact?" G'zook called out. "1 minute, 52 seconds, 760 milliseconds!"
By Loryne Andawey3 years ago in Fiction
What Kind of Monsters
“But why a Pizza shop?” “This again? Every time we do the bills you bring this up, honey. It’s just a small shop; it’s more basement than anything!”
By Roy Stevens3 years ago in Fiction
One of Us Died at the Birthday
I freeze. Time stretches infinitely in these unexpected and unwelcome quiet moments. I listen. For what had been a noisy room, there is now a haunting silence in the back right corner.
By Donna Renee3 years ago in Fiction
✨Granted✨
Specs of pepper on sand; they blossomed into mirages of men riding camels. I'd waited. A gem-within-a-gem, I was a dollop of gold in an emerald oasis.
By Gina C.3 years ago in Fiction
Adjustment Period
The "Zombie Apocalypse" had been far less traumatic than Hollywood had anticipated. No brains were being eaten. The "undead" simply walked silently among the living and did their part.
By Dana Crandell3 years ago in Fiction
The Sadistic Mr. Fox
With inner silence he rejoices in the misery and pain of others. Outwardly, empathy oozes from him like slug slime. Last night's fire in the low-income housing block, and yesterday’s mass shooting was damn near orgasmic.
By JBaz3 years ago in Fiction
Campaign
***Content warning violence*** Shaking hands and kissing babies while walking the aisle, the politician checked each camera angle as he bowed his head. He spoke with utmost sincerity when asked about the latest tragedy due to incoherent laws. He offered thoughts and prayers for the latest victims as he reassured constituents it was not the time to discuss.
By C. H. Richard3 years ago in Fiction
Fiddlers
Henry and Joe relaxed in the cooling sands until a sudden, crushing weight thrust down upon them. Trapped. No hope of escaping with their tiny limbs intact.
By Cathy holmes3 years ago in Fiction