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

Bomb Scare
It was 2027, and the world never thought it would happen. A missle hit the United States, but it wasn't where they had anticipated. A little town in the northeast was hit by a missile strike, they didn't know why, and they didn't know exactly where it hit, but they did know it was a coastal community, somewhere between Maine and Delaware.
By Gregory Payton26 days ago in Fiction
Medusa. Runner-Up in What the Myth Gets Wrong Challenge. Content Warning.
Before the serpents coiled. Before the cavern was claimed as her dwelling. Before men, trembling beneath crested helms, came with swords raised in fear rather than valor.
By Luna Jordanabout a month ago in Fiction
Workmates
Loud laughter leaks from the lunchroom… door sitting slightly ajar. Surely today will be different. As they say, “Today is the start of the rest of my life!”
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶26 days ago in Fiction
Borrowed Time
My beat-up little red Beetle barely made it up the house’s drive. I will say this: the house had presence. A looming presence. But I needed the job.
By Alicia Anspaugh27 days ago in Fiction
Blood of the Wolf: A New Forsaken Descends
The tales and whispers have proven true. The evil that has lurked in the shadows now prowls beneath the moon, taking on the flesh of our storyweaver in order to deceive our brethren.
By Amanda Starks27 days ago in Fiction
Lightning Never Strikes Twice
The distant rumble, the sudden deluge, the crescendo of sound, the flash of light, the explosive energy — it never gets old. I became an amateur storm chaser about two years ago. My wife, Cindy suggested it. Sort of. She said, "Alex, you know this cancer is killing me. I've come to terms with that, but you're smothering me. Go join a band, write a book, or become a storm chaser, for all I care. I love you, but you need a hobby."
By Julie Lacksonenabout a month ago in Fiction
Cassie and Johnny
I’m the kind of dame you notice. I’m no femme fatale, but you can’t ignore me, at least not until I warn you about what’s coming, then everybody ignores me. Hell, they usually blame me afterwards and give Johnny all the credit for saving the day, but my Johnny couldn’t save a seat at the movies without my help. Sure, he’s brawny, but brainy? Not so much. Like that time I asked him to spot me five bucks, and he said he didn’t see it anywhere on me, and believe you me, he looked but good.
By Harper Lewisabout a month ago in Fiction
The Wedding Night. Runner-Up in What the Myth Gets Wrong Challenge.
When I was just a lad, my parents told me that we were going to see the ocean. I was not a clever lad. I thought they meant that the ocean is someone, whom you could pay a visit if you liked.
By D. J. Reddall29 days ago in Fiction
The Road to Paradise Pocket
“Come now little one, under your covers you go” A booming voice sounded throughout a dimly lit rustic cabin. Tiny feet began thumping a few rooms over as the large gray man sat on a bedside stool and gazed out into the blowing snow outside. It had been snowing for days now, another day and his view of the outside may begin to obscure. He could hear the wind breaking now though, not as harsh and powerful as it had been the day before, his vision a few yards further, and the sun a hair brighter that afternoon. Yes it would break by morning, the snow would stop and the sun would cast its warm healing rays over the tiny frozen town.
By Brierabout a month ago in Fiction
Flower Bloom 369
FLOWER Bloom 2/25/26 Wednesday By Mariann Carroll Karen had been with Tony for 7 years. Tony started acting strangely after her surgery. He would mow the lawn in the rain and be on his cellphone. He started pushing Karen away. Tony came clean about seeing someone. Karen moved out two months later. Karen moved in with a friend. She felt betrayed.
By Mariann Carrollabout a month ago in Fiction
Pearl
1980 something. we all hung out at Pearl and you and i were nothing special, or so i thought. i mean we all danced, drenched in our own sweat, our own saline solution of fear, too many beers, shots, laughter, tears, fucks in the bathroom and i don't know when we began to be afraid. do you?
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)about a month ago in Fiction
Belle of the Bayou
Bad move, cher. Not just the slip of her kitten heel on the rainy February cobblestones in the Fourth Ward. She got caught snooping. Detective Deleon clucked and strutted like a rooster in his rush to clear her from the scene, waving cigar smoke to and fro as he gesticulated amid the thick air of the speak easy. An experienced crime reporter, Marie knew better than to let the coppers catch her on the wrong side of the line, but curiosity had gotten the better of her.
By Maia Gadwall the metAlchemistabout a month ago in Fiction