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Stories in Fiction that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
A Special Day
A chill runs through the air and I feel myself begin to condense, as do my companions. I watch them with envy as they begin their descent and have the honour of heralding the season that humans call winter.
Donna Fox (HKB)Published 4 months ago in Fiction- Content Warning
The Lost Journal
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.
Alex H MittelmanPublished 4 months 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!
Andrea CorwinPublished 4 months ago in FictionFreedom 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.
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.
Carol TownendPublished 4 months ago in FictionChasing 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.
Beth SarahPublished 4 months ago in FictionThe 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.
Muchtar SuryawanPublished 4 months ago in FictionWith 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.
Lauren EverdellPublished 4 months ago in FictionSpunky'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.
Dana CrandellPublished 4 months ago in FictionAlways Missing Him
Darkness. That’s what I had been submerged in for so long. Dark and empty were my new feelings. My new surroundings. My new existence.
Blue DymondPublished 4 months ago in FictionThe Snow Angel
Death can only take so much flirting and teasing until it has had enough. "I'm not ready," I wail. "They're coming for us," Henry insists through blue lips. He squints at the pale sky.
Kelsey SyblePublished 4 months ago in FictionThe Sanctuary of Solace
The cacophony of passing cars and distant howls of wind feels simultaneously familiar yet alien to Moon, who hasn't ventured outside of the house in weeks. The weather has shifted from mild to biting cold, with snow lining the streets. Each inhalation of the frigid air weighs heavily on her chest.
Stella Yan PhDPublished 4 months ago in Fiction