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Stories in Fiction that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
The Legend of The Tree of Life (I)
For those of you who have read my series The Forest of Cigam, this is the origin story of the Tree of Life. A prequel series, if you will.
Donna Fox (HKB)Published 2 months ago in Fiction- Content Warning
All The World Loves A Clown
She caught herself flinching as he passed behind her, dragging his fingertips across the fabric on her chair. Without the slightest touch, she closed her eyes and disappeared into a memory of the last time he HAD touched her. Her body bore the scars that were given to remind her exactly who was in charge.
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 2 months ago in Fiction Broom and Zoom
Eyes prying eyes, shut your lids, screw them tight. Eyes prying eyes, burn to a crisp before the forbidden sight. Eyes prying eyes, our sister never again shall you plight.
Claire GuérinPublished 8 months ago in Fiction- Content Warning
The Reluctant Reporter
"You can't send me!" "There is no-one else. It's you or no-one, and that is not an option." Ameera looked at the fat paunch and florid face of her boss, a man who lived for the story and the kudos it brought him but who rarely gave consideration to the people behind the drama. When had he become so hard? She reckoned that by the end of the year, he'd be dead, collapsed from a heart attack and she struggled to conjure any sympathy in that moment and instantly felt ashamed at displaying the same lack of compassion that he had.
Rachel DeemingPublished 2 months ago in Fiction First Love
They came, like pilgrims, in their tens of thousands. But no religious faith drew them to the sarsen stones. They came just as they had for a thousand years and would again, year after year, for another thousand.
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Blackrot: a Twisted Fairytale
As the young man warmed his bones by the cottage’s stove, the elderly woodsman ladled two bowlfuls of porridge for them. Both their stomachs groaned in eager protest, but this unusually lean winter demanded that they ration what little they had.
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Red
She hung her hooded red cloak on the hook next to the bed, then lifted the heavy comforter, crawled under the covers, and snuggled into his soft, warm fur.
Sara FrederickPublished 2 months ago in Fiction To Con a Pig
Mo, Larry, and Curly were simple country pigs. They lived in a small town called Sty, where nothing much changed from day to day. Their homes were humble abodes constructed of straw and sticks, much like their neighbors. Every day was like the day before until it wasn’t.
Mark GagnonPublished 2 months ago in FictionA Work of Fiction
“You are being driven incessantly out of your mind and caught in the trap of shadows built with coarse skill by egoism and self-esteem.”
C. Rommial ButlerPublished 2 months ago in FictionThe Dreich
Dreich is borrowed from Scots dreich (“hard to bear, dreary, tedious, wearisome; interminable, long-winded; dull, uninteresting; slow, tardy; doleful, gloomy; baffling, difficult; difficult to reach, inaccessible”), from Middle English dregh, dri, drie (“burdensome; depressing, dismal; large, tall; lasting, long; long-suffering, patient; tedious; of blows: hard, heavy; of the face: unchanging, unmoved; of a person: strong, valorous”)
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished 2 months ago in FictionFlex
My Word: Weightlifter The Challenge: “To lift is a gift,” he thought. Life only goes around once and you cannot wilt while the wheel turns and you just flit from… He had to focus on the weight that he added to the tree of iron surrounding him.
Kendall DefoePublished 2 months ago in FictionGentle Parenting
It’s insignificant for a thirteen year old to walk to the bus stop alone. When Sarah asked, she was all of nine, and mama said no. What if she was kidnapped?
Mackenzie DavisPublished 3 months ago in Fiction