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Stories in Fiction that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
Spectating
I can't imagine dying like this, in a place like this; on a cold, dirty pavement with rush hour traffic screaming by and a crowd looking on while paramedics struggle to find space to move. Who could? Deep down we all think there should be a reason, a moment of clarity... or a family presence, at least. For this man, this boy, the rail thin woman lighting a cigarette in a faux fur jacket will have to do - she's been here since the start, her eyes tracking the movement of my shoulders as we fight to keep him on the right side of the line.
S. A. CrawfordPublished about 21 hours ago in FictionClouds of Heaven
I always struggled in life and have finally grown tired of trying to fit into the mold of normal behavior. It was enough for me that I just was. Aspirations and success are a moronic goal in life that I failed to embrace.
Perfect Little Pirate
The rough, sodden rope bit into her fingers as she swung over the roiling water far below. Reaching out with the toe of her boot, she managed to catch hold of the rain-soaked railing of the ship- and promptly slipped. Throwing herself forward, she landed hard on the deck, slamming her elbows against the wood planks. The sharp yelp of pain quickly bubbled into a laugh, and she rolled onto her back, laughing up at the gray sky as a torrent of rain washed away the soot covering her skin.
M. A. MehanPublished 5 days ago in FictionDoing it for the troops
The others dropped like flies around me. We fought and struggled to get to this point. I'm the only one left now. The objective is right there. A mere two hundred feet away. The last of my team got a bullet to the head right next to me, but I couldn't do anything. I was able to locate and neutralise the sniper as he shot my friend, so his death was at least not in vain.
Mohammed DarasiPublished 3 days ago in FictionThe Voyeur's Incandescent Reasoning
The woman sat nonplussed, in the Waiting Room. In a sort of daze, looking straight ahead patiently. She had already had three small breakfast's that morning and a nip of sherry, this was not unusual she would typically wait until an hour after she took her anti-depressant and was her morning routine. She was merely following instructions she assured herself, shifted slightly in her seat and feeling a little heart burn thought, maybe she should skip lunch. Dom had said to have the task done this week. She was well used to his methods and desired to get this over and done with soon. She glanced at her watch, smiled weakly at the Receptionist who was there for a moment and then gone.
Canuck Scriber L.Lachapelle AuthorPublished 3 days ago in FictionTwo Pink Lines
I had never really felt like a child. I'd always had to raise myself. My mother was just a teenager when she'd had me and consequently, we had spent my whole childhood arguing and fighting like a couple of sisters as opposed to mother and daughter. My father was older than my mother but still had some maturing to do himself. He focused his entire life on me, his little girl but never realized the pressure that put on me. I always felt I had to raise him even as he was trying to raise me. We raised each other. Then, I met him. He cares, he shows me a love like I've never known. For once, it's about me and I don't have to focus on other people's needs and what someone needs from me. Someone always wants something from you. That is what my parents have taught me. Love is selfish but it isn't with him. He is perfect, beautiful, funny, and can take me to places I've only dreamed about. Places outside my mind and my own pathetic life and I know that I will always love him. When we first met, I wanted him to have my children, but now? Right now, with us both still in high school? This is all happening so soon. I slipped into the restroom at work. It had been 6 weeks since my last menstrual and this was not normal. I couldn't wait any longer. I put the top on the test and waited. These 60 seconds felt like forever. What would we do? We were both seniors so we didn't have long to go before school was over but this was not the plan. The plan was for him to join the Army and me the National Guard and for me to get my associate's degree and then we marry, then have kids.
Lindsey AltomPublished 7 days ago in FictionHall of mirrors
Things used to matter, before all the noise. And at that time when things still had meaning, there had been dreaming too, when dreams still mattered. And the brightest dream from those times was full of mountains and seas and smiles and the types of passion that absorbs you the way a dog is absorbed by witnessing something for the first time: with absolute presence, and awe.
Giulia VitiPublished 5 days ago in FictionLife by Misadventure
What just happened? There was a loud bang as if my tire exploded underneath me. Everything paused, slowed right down until I could feel the vibrations of seconds ticking past - then something shifted.
S.K. WilsonPublished 8 days ago in Fiction
Latest Stories
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The Foolish Fish
A Brief tale : The Silly Fish This Brief tale The Silly Fish is very intriguing to every one individuals. Appreciate perusing this story.
Echoes of the Forgotten
In the heart of a bustling city lies a forgotten corner, tucked away from the glare of neon lights and the rush of daily life. There, amidst the shadows of towering skyscrapers, stands an old bookstore with its weathered sign barely visible beneath layers ofime. Its name, "Echoes of the Forgotten," whispers tales of forgotten stories waiting to be rediscovered.
Mohammedseid AhmedinPublished 6 minutes ago in FictionThe Clever Crow
The Cunning Crow This Brief tale The Cunning Crow is very fascinating to every one individuals. Appreciate perusing this story.
The Curse of The Bullock
A Brief tale : The Scourge of The Bullock This Brief tale The Scourge of The Bullock is very intriguing to every one individuals. Appreciate perusing this story.
Legacy of human hibernation
In the year of 2050, Earth teetered on the brink of environmental collapse. The once vibrant blue planet had succumbed to the ravages of climate change, resource depletion, and overpopulation. Humanity stood at a crossroads, faced with the daunting task of finding a solution to ensure its survival.
The Secret of the Bell Tower
Many long years had passed since someone last visited the Bell Tower. A man stood at its base with a paper clip in hand and a keen look in his eye - for it was he who planned to enter.
L.ClabroughPublished about an hour ago in FictionPorcelain doll
“Had I known” these words left my mother’s lips as she lay lifeless on our armchair. I was six then and the only thing I really did understand was the ABC’s we were taught at school. “Amaka”mummy called my name looking all sober “get me water”.
"Tick, Tock" – The Final Minute
"Tick, Tock" – The Final Minute In the heart of New York City, a perspiring man stood on the 85th floor of a steel and glass tower that touched the sky. His name was Jack Dawson, a former Marine turned cybersecurity specialist, with a hard stare that could make anyone crumble.
Neli IvanovaPublished about 4 hours ago in Fiction
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