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Stories in Fiction that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
Forgotten. Content Warning.
I used to be one of those people who could sleep through a rock concert. About a month ago, I started waking every night between midnight and 2:00 with a sense of foreboding – sometimes outright fear. I didn’t dream, I just had feelings.
By Julie Lacksonen3 months ago in Fiction
Unchained. Honorable Mention in The Forgotten Room Challenge.
It was time. For thirty years, the events of the past and the room where they took place hung over my head like the dreaded pendulum in Poe’s classic tale, The Pit and the Pendulum. I always thought that the further away I got from the evil room, both in distance and time, the horrifying events which happened there would fade away into oblivion. My choices were I could continue lying to myself the way I had been for most of my adult life, or I could take a stand and repair my broken life forever. I was being ridiculous. There was only one choice: face my fears and move ahead with my life.
By Mark Gagnon3 months ago in Fiction
The Duelist
The rays of a dying red sun flashed against the onrushing blade. The grey beards say the key to dueling lies in size, speed, reach, righteous fury, whatever the person in front of them pays them to say. Matteo knew better than any it was none of these and had an undefeated record on these sands to prove it.
By Matthew J. Fromm16 days ago in Fiction
Kitchen of Wynorrific. Content Warning.
Thanksgiving at the Greenfield household was always a mess. It’s something that I’ve dealt with since I was ten. Mom would be slaving away at the turkey and other things. While dad would be setting the table. Cleaning the living room and barking at me to take care of our large dogs.
By Raphael Fontenelle3 months ago in Fiction
Door closed open once more.
The house was quiet since mom died, outside the wind was howling as if it were mourning. It sounded like a wolf that had lost its pack and was searching for them. I was laying in bed, my mind racing with so much information. My mom had left me a key to a room that in all my years I had never been in. I do remember her going in and out of the room but it just never peaked my interest. I never even realized that it was locked.
By WrittenWritRalf3 months ago in Fiction
The Hag Stone
The beach was chilly, the wind blew sand and an icy spray on shore. Maggie pulled her scarf up to partially cover her face. It seemed like a crazy day for a beach walk, but she knew it was excellent sea glass weather. Her coat pockets were jingling with bits of polished glass.
By Mary Haynes3 months ago in Fiction
The Walk
“The boy died three days from internal bleeding. His funeral will be tomorrow. Did you know that?” Father Graham shook his head, keeping his eyes on their steps along the sodden gravel and mud caked road, strewn lightly with damp, limp leaves from the dying autumn. The winter chill had yet to arrive, but a damp heavy air hung over the two men as they continued their walk.
By Conor Matthews3 months ago in Fiction
