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Stories in Fiction that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
Blacktually
Dear You, You say I am not a token… But, inside I feel like the good one. The only one you place in front of the crowds, plaster on billboards, and ask to accept all the awards. Have I become your trophy?
Alexis Dean Jr.Published 7 months ago in FictionBeware the Weaverdivots!
“SONOFA!” Wopplebuff spat as he lay face down in a weaverdivot. Luckily, the depression he fell into was left by a relocated endtable. It wasn’t deep. He could climb out, unlike the previous day when the humans moved their new sofa.
Cathy holmesPublished 7 months ago in FictionThe Varieties of Religious Experience
This story is part of the Vocal + Assist on Facebook Unreliable Narrator Challenge. You can learn more about it here: The Varieties of Religious Experience
C. Rommial ButlerPublished 7 months ago in FictionAn Unseen Path
Emma felt the warmth of the sun on her face. She stood on the soft grass at Bear Grove Park, and took a deep breath of the crisp spring air. Being matched with a running guide that day was her first step on the road to running the Springfield marathon.
Scott ChristensonPublished 7 months ago in FictionDead eyes
The moment the wooden oak doors open I miss the safety of the Hallway. Miss the comfort of the tiny bench where all the anxious feelings for the next few moments were only thoughts weighing on my shoulders.
The Invisible WriterPublished 7 months ago in FictionMalaperostity
It was only eleven, and Mike was already exhausted. He loved his wife, but she had this annoying habit of moving his razor after she cleaned, and he left late.
Matthew FrommPublished 7 months ago in FictionGazoogabloga
I walked into Pete's Diner wearing a trench coat and brand new leather shoes. I was feeling sleek and gazoogabloga as hell.
Alex H MittelmanPublished 7 months ago in FictionPaper Planes and Love
Ann perched on the window seat, fingers trailing the cold glass as her gaze fixated on the snow's gentle descent in the moonlight. The soft, dim light from the moon outside merged with that from the fireplace inside, lending the room an intimate ambiance. The falling snow hushed the world, a tranquil beauty amid life's chaos. She longed to bridge the emotional gap between them.
Salt and Ozone
Waves crash against the rocky shore and the sky darkens. I stand on the edge of the pier -a safe distance above the roiling surf. The riotous wind pulls back the hood of my raincoat, but I do not care. A sea mist dampens my brow as I look to the gray horizon. The crash of thunder is muffled by the howling wind.
Read My Lips
INT. BASEMENT - UNKNOWN AREA - AFTERNOON Two young ladies sit across from each other almost 10 feet away. They are both between the ages of 12-14. One has dirty blonde hair. The other has brown hair.
Lyra CraddockPublished 7 months ago in FictionThe Unreliable Narrator Literary Challenge: Horror
The admin team of Vocal + Assist is sponsoring another challenge. This one is called "The Unreliable Narrator Literary Challenge: Horror."
Rick Henry ChristopherPublished 7 months ago in FictionFound
Carelessly, she brushed passed the white-haired man, knocking him to the ground, for fear of missing her flight. One always finds themselves doing unthinkable things when in a hurry.