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Stories in Fiction that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
The Vow
Until today, I had never been to a marriage ceremony. Those were private affairs only the couple, their parents, and the priestesses attended.
Marie SinadjanPublished 2 days ago in Fiction
Missing Endings
It was just another ordinary day. Just another ordinary day until... it wasn't. The raindrops raced each other down the foggy window, like tears caressing the glass. Theo watched them hypnotically, letting all other thoughts empty from his head, quietening as they did so.
Karissa E.L. CuffPublished 2 days ago in Fiction
How Shopping At Target Ruined My Self-Esteem And Crushed My Soul
We have three Target locations in our area. One close to where we live, one about 15 miles away, and one in the elite, McMansion area near Eagle, Idaho. I found myself over that way one afternoon and decided to give it a try.
Jason ProvencioPublished 27 days ago in FictionFleeing from France
"The reality was that an iceberg was not the true culprit of Juliette’s heartbreak." Her senses were overwhelmed, her eyes trying to cut through the darkness. Her ears pierced by the sound of panic and destruction, her nose filled with the smell of smoke, the taste of salt water lingered on her tongue. Her hands cold and wet, Juliette clung to her two small daughters, shielding them from the ice cold wind and waves, in a lifeboat that didn’t seem sturdy enough to make the voyage, to land, wherever land was. Her tears froze at the peaks of her cheeks, not only traumatized by the unforeseen crash, but the mere fact that she was now alone. Two children under the age of 4 years old and one fighting to thrive in her womb and her husband lost among the wreckage.
R.A. MoseleyPublished 27 days ago in Fiction
The Land of Milk and Honey
From the first apartment on Troy, a street that never ends, America is a beautiful, if slightly dusty, country filled with Dukes of Hazard, Love Boats and Three Stooges, beloved companions even of those on the wrong side of the language barrier. It’s a country where uncles and aunts with huge cars -- the result of several years of America under their belts -- proclaim to be the surest guides through the jungle America is to a budding American and demand to be obeyed in everything in the name of the sacrifices they made to bring you over: "Where would you be now if we hadn't sent you money? If we... If we..."
Dusan VargaPublished 28 days ago in FictionThe Bored Sea Creature and His Macroscopic Toy Ship
Some time at the beginnings of the Earth: I’m several minutes old. And holy hell, am I bored. The present day:
Emily WilcoxPublished 28 days ago in Fiction
Rose says goodbye
Her friends were as close as family. Rose met them by merely looking for a place to live. They all had their ups and downs together. Many nights eating a smorgasbord of food or simply sharing a cheesecake taking about their day and stresses. Sometimes they even got so mad they wanted to rip each other apart. At the end of the day, they came together to forgive and forget. Their bond was stronger than blood and could only be separated by one thing.
Michael NoonPublished about a month ago in FictionThe Great Sinking
The hold was cramped and colder than I would have imagined it was although, considering that I was not even supposed to be on such a mythical boat to begin with, it was a miracle in itself. The cramped room however was not the height of luxury that this boat of miracles was made out to be. The smell of dirty bodies and the sounds of growling stomachs were like that of a strange song or of a dance that I had yet to know the words of.
Savier SilvaPublished about a month ago in Fiction
An Unsinkable Love
The whole thing was surreal. An hour had passed since Titanic had struck ice, and only the first of the lifeboats were being lowered into the freezing waters below. Shrieks and cries reverberated out into the vast nothingness of the Atlantic Ocean for no one to hear; only to be silenced by the booming crystalline white rockets exploding overhead.
Aaron M. WeisPublished about a month ago in Fiction
"Nearer, My God, to Thee"
Still. Cold. Dark. Broken. Buried. Eternally. And then…a salty muddy grain tilts back and then forward…it leans its tiny weight into mighty frigid tides of darkly sea…and rolls.
Douglas BenzelPublished about a month ago in FictionA Dream Come True
August 10, 1912, was a dream come true. My aunt and uncle had third-class tickets to board the RMS Titanic for a one-way trip to the USA. Uncle's illness was an ironic tragedy, for all his life he had dedicated every spare honest and ill-gotten penny toward his and his wife's emigration. When it came time to put up the 14 quid for the two tickets, he was more than prepared. Truth be told, his plan would launch him across the ocean just a step ahead of the regulators who would soon discover his embezzlement adventures and other fiscal misdeeds.
Gerard DiLeoPublished about a month ago in Fiction
710
My grandma had an obsession with two numbers. 7 and 10. Her alarm clock was set a 7:10 am. She didn't wake up at this time, but that was the default time on her alarm.
