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Stories in Fiction that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.

The 12th Bus
Quiet surrounded the station. The man leaned against a column half concealed by shadow, expressionless, deep in thought. He wore a grey double-breasted woollen jacket, black leather shoes and a black homburg hat, his eyes hidden under the tilted brim. The cold night-time air was speckled with moisture. Fog from the river crawled out from the darkness and made a diaphanous blanket across the road. Above him there was an old lamp shining down a cone of yellow, stuttering light. He drew on a cigarette and briefly regarded it before flicking it into the bin. It was almost time.
By Garry Morris4 years ago in Fiction
The Winter Wyrm
“There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Not when the Tree of Fortunes was planted. Not during the reign of the Silvan King. Not even during the elder days when stars and men danced together in the cool of the day. But the Silvan King left these lands long ago, and he took the stars with him.”
By Cory Galindez4 years ago in Fiction
It All Spirals to Broken
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. If you trace the records back far enough, it was once a human settlement. But that was a long time ago, before the great split and our worlds fractured. Now the Valley belongs to the dragons, and humans can only be found in the remaining architecture. - Prof. Eathe, Historian
By Drake4 years ago in Fiction
Dude, Is That a Dragon or am I Just High?
"There weren't always dragons in the valley." “Dude, stay off the acid! That’s a lizard.” "No, Josh. It’s got wings. It was flying!”
By Cathy holmes4 years ago in Fiction
Quest of Hope
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. In fact, the barren stretch of miserable wasteland known simply as the Valley had never hosted any form of life save for the occasional serpent or falcon that dared scout the rocky expanse of canyon and field for prey. What little plantlife that managed to grow amongst the sheets of stone was often scorched by the heat of the sun, and water was just as scarce. One would think that dragons, being firebreathers, would thrive under the merciless rays, but even we have to take shelter for the greater extent of the day, lest we shrivel like the weeds. Caves, some of which were natural, some of which we dug ourselves, served as our dens. Over the years we created tunnels connecting these tight, dark domains. Dragons are social creatures, you see; we live in families that we call clans, which can range anywhere from a dozen to over a hundred dragons.
By Lin Corey4 years ago in Fiction
The Vow
Until today, I had never been to a marriage ceremony. Those were private affairs only the couple, their parents, and the priestesses attended.
By Marie Sinadjan4 years ago in Fiction
Missing Endings
It was just another ordinary day. Just another ordinary day until... it wasn't. The raindrops raced each other down the foggy window, like tears caressing the glass. Theo watched them hypnotically, letting all other thoughts empty from his head, quietening as they did so.
By Karissa E.L. Cuff4 years ago in Fiction
How Shopping At Target Ruined My Self-Esteem And Crushed My Soul
We have three Target locations in our area. One close to where we live, one about 15 miles away, and one in the elite, McMansion area near Eagle, Idaho. I found myself over that way one afternoon and decided to give it a try.
By The Mouthy Renegade Writer4 years ago in Fiction
Fleeing from France
"The reality was that an iceberg was not the true culprit of Juliette’s heartbreak." Her senses were overwhelmed, her eyes trying to cut through the darkness. Her ears pierced by the sound of panic and destruction, her nose filled with the smell of smoke, the taste of salt water lingered on her tongue. Her hands cold and wet, Juliette clung to her two small daughters, shielding them from the ice cold wind and waves, in a lifeboat that didn’t seem sturdy enough to make the voyage, to land, wherever land was. Her tears froze at the peaks of her cheeks, not only traumatized by the unforeseen crash, but the mere fact that she was now alone. Two children under the age of 4 years old and one fighting to thrive in her womb and her husband lost among the wreckage.
By R.A. Moseley4 years ago in Fiction
The Bored Sea Creature and His Macroscopic Toy Ship
Some time at the beginnings of the Earth: I’m several minutes old. And holy hell, am I bored. The present day:
By em4 years ago in Fiction
Rose says goodbye
Her friends were as close as family. Rose met them by merely looking for a place to live. They all had their ups and downs together. Many nights eating a smorgasbord of food or simply sharing a cheesecake taking about their day and stresses. Sometimes they even got so mad they wanted to rip each other apart. At the end of the day, they came together to forgive and forget. Their bond was stronger than blood and could only be separated by one thing.
By Michael Noon4 years ago in Fiction
The Great Sinking
The hold was cramped and colder than I would have imagined it was although, considering that I was not even supposed to be on such a mythical boat to begin with, it was a miracle in itself. The cramped room however was not the height of luxury that this boat of miracles was made out to be. The smell of dirty bodies and the sounds of growling stomachs were like that of a strange song or of a dance that I had yet to know the words of.
By Savier Silva4 years ago in Fiction