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Stories in Fiction that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
The Unwilling Resistance. Honorable Mention in Through the Keyhole Challenge.
I fell to my knees as if revisiting the pews from my Catholic childhood and closed my left eye in order to gaze through the ancient keyhole of a door that separated me from certain doom and uncertain, possible doom. Astigmatism be damned; I’d have rather risked losing an eye than spend another second in that god forsaken place. I had enough experience genuflecting in my youth to afford me kneecaps of steel—and for good reason too—because I couldn’t tell if I was perched on top of shrapnel or shards of bone. The warzone expanded westward and while none of us expected it, we also couldn’t hold a candle to any false promises that came from the militant leaders. And how could we? They sat cozy and confined in their well-lit fortresses and I—along with a few hundred poor bastards—sat without so much as a glimmer of light, or hope.
By Kaitlin Oster3 months ago in Fiction
finifugal
My best friend told me things that were deeper than the breadth of my own experience. I fear that I have similar feelings, almost like I lived these things through his eyes. The discreet way I handled this discernment had me reeling in a strange sense of bewilderment. Sometimes, when he spoke, I felt a strange reflection stirring in me — as if his pain had found a home in my own chest before I even knew what it meant.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 months ago in Fiction
The Intruder
I could see them earlier today. My keyhole looks into the hallway, but I can see into the living room too, occasionally catching glimpses of my favourite family. The long luscious blonde locks of Gabi, that flowed behind her like the veil she's wearing in the picture in the hallway. The tall handsome Zack, with large rippling muscles in his shoulders as he lifted little Ava high up in the air. The perfect family, illustrated well by the perfect pictures on the wall opposite my peephole.
By Liam Storm3 months ago in Fiction
Black Cats
He hated walking past the vacant lot. He walked to work every evening - he worked the night shift - and the lot was in between his apartment and his new job. He couldn’t avoid it without going a long ways out of his way, but he hated walking past it. It wasn’t the lot, so much. It was the cats.
By Laura DePace4 months ago in Fiction
818. Honorable Mention in Parallel Lives Challenge. Content Warning.
The one thing that really fucking sucked was that she missed her children, and it defeated the purpose of getting an actual break. Though this break was warranted and needed. She had begun to slip into a deep dark hole. She was losing herself, slowly becoming an emotionless robot that was on autopilot for her kids and husband.
By Esmoore Shurpit4 months ago in Fiction
Mr.Popular
What happened when I looked through the keyhole? I saw a short man. You wouldn’t have guessed enough who it was? It was the key keeper from the Matrix. As soon as I opened the door. He paused at me and gave me a valuable wink, and ran oFF! I said are you the key keeper?. He shivered and squealed in his own quick way.
By Rachael Frazier4 months ago in Fiction
