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

Digital Diarrhea
George Carlin's "first real book" was Brain Droppings and contains many of Carlin's best stories and jokes. According to the cover, the book contains "jokes, notions, doubts, opinions, questions, thoughts, beliefs, assertions, assumptions, and disturbing references" and "comedy, nonsense, satire, mockery, merriment, sarcasm, ridicule, silliness, bluster, and toxic alienation".
By Scott Christenson🌴6 months ago in Fiction
First Shift
“This is a nice, simple Cardiac event. Easy first call, new guy,” Ethan’s lieutenant said as they turned off the sirens outside a dusty apartment block.
By Matthew J. Fromm6 months ago in Fiction
Spirits and Ghosts
The first time it happened, I was six years old. My neighbor friend, Barry, who was eight, was trying to convince me to climb a tall, old tree. Up he went, without a hitch. I hesitated.
By Julie Lacksonen6 months ago in Fiction
The Shape of His Absence. Content Warning.
25 - The Ghost of You Elijah is dead. I wanted to melt into the floor. I fixated ahead and away from the photo of him propped up on an easel. My legs crossed at my ankles, hands clasped in my lap. Promise ring still on my index finger where he put it at 19, 6 years ago, though it might as well have been yesterday.
By Danielle Eckhart6 months ago in Fiction
Cards
Makaela sat at the table with a Mother’s Day card from her only child spread flat before her; a child she had given up for adoption twenty-eight years ago.
By Conor Matthews6 months ago in Fiction
The Prisoner
There was a boy named Lishna, who lived in Cromka, an outlying province of the Cregarian Empire. He was born with the angry red silhouette of a hand on his right cheek, the mark of the Witch-Goddess, Severia.
By C. Rommial Butler6 months ago in Fiction
Deviltry
Dad met me at the door, wearing a slightly dorky wizard’s robe. With a sparkly pointed hat, no less. When I got inside, I saw the living room curtains were closed. And Mom and her coven had rolled up the carpets, chalked the circle, and lit the candles.
By Meredith Harmon6 months ago in Fiction
Goodbye, Forever Home
“Oh, it’s you,” Joanne said, recognizing the small face. Her mind was a snake’s nest, preventing her from achieving sleep, which, now analyzing the atmosphere and present mood, was often when he appeared.
By Matthew Agnew6 months ago in Fiction
#1 The Lunch Lady Blues... 💙🩵💙
Lancelot "Lucky" Cornellion slowly walked from his third-period civics class toward the lunchroom. He wondered what was on the Tuesday lunch menu. He hoped that it was lasagna. Lasagna always reminded him of fun-filled slip-n-slide kickball summers in Delaware with his grammie Mae, grandpa Donnie & cousin Nitoe.
By Tiffany Gordon6 months ago in Fiction
Sympathy and Cake
Only she remembered what happened on the wedding day. But she was just a cat. It was their wedding, but they allowed her to be a part of it. Humiliating in its own way, but to have the ceremony so near the home was quite charming and peaceful. And it was a beautiful day…at first.
By Kendall Defoe 6 months ago in Fiction
The Borrowed Face
Elisabetta was woken by shivers that ran up and down her spine. She found herself lying on the dew covered, lush grass. Her head was pulsing with pain. She must have hit it — why else would she hear music shimmering like bells? She was still in the forest.
By Imola Tóth6 months ago in Fiction
Deniably Picturesque
"I could stay here forever," mused Marcus. His companion, a girl in a yellow bikini whose name he had trouble remembering in that exact moment, could only hum in agreement. That is perhaps why it was escaping him, she seemed more the silent type. He could only shrug as he eased down further into his deck chair. It was inconsequential as far as he was concerned; blind dates had a tendency to be like that these days. He would have to let Darcy at work know about the poor recommendation.
By Ian Read6 months ago in Fiction