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

Time Bomb. Content Warning.
Theresa hobbled forward like a broken clock. Tick…tick tock, tock, tick… She thought about the events in her young life that had brought her to this moment. What was the ticking bomb that pushed her over the edge?
By Julie Lacksonenabout 21 hours ago in Fiction
April Fool's Ode
Rules are meant to be followed. Rules are meant to be broken. This was the schizophrenic world in which Ode had found himself.
By Katherine D. Graham6 days ago in Fiction
The Portrait of Matteo
Seventeen-year-old Manny got off a public bus at a busy intersection in downtown Philadelphia. When the bus released its brakes and passed his narrow view, he checked whether the art museum across the street was still there. He had been visiting it every day that week but wondered for a second the veracity of its presence. Now, the spring sun betrayed its gray highlights, giving it a warm glow.
By Paul Aaron Domenick5 days ago in Fiction
Bacon. Content Warning.
Satan, laughing, spreads his wings. He launches into an atmosphere riddled with smoke, soot, and ash. He feels the radiation from a thousand fallen nukes. For humanity, it’s certain death. For him, it’s like bathing in a sauna. He laughs again at the thought.
By C. Rommial Butler3 days ago in Fiction
How to Break a Monstrous Curse
1. Extraction - remove yourself from all sources of conflict; the birthplace of curses. A week before your eighteenth birthday, your mother will sit you down and tell you not to panic, “there’s something you need to know—”
By Lauren Everdell5 days ago in Fiction
When Tickets Go on Sale
From our bedroom upstairs, my husband drops something heavy on the floor, forcing my attention away from the laptop screen.
By Kera Hollow3 days ago in Fiction
Cerebral Venom
I’m sensitive to energies and sure, some would call me a freak, weirdo, I’ve even been called a pyscho but I’ve always known who I really was in the back of my mind.
By Latoya M.D4 days ago in Fiction
Swan
“During the Metal Age, humans took photographs of everything beautiful, which was everything, yet machines did not even wear shoes. The Fauxna thought of a better way. They colored all of the light rose, for a corrupted source cannot be verified.” - Origin Parable, 011
By Nicky Frankly6 days ago in Fiction
Grace
“Caroline, Zach! Dinner’s ready!” my mother called up the stairs. I marched down and took my place at the table. “Wash your hands, dear,” my mother said.
By Bride of Sound6 days ago in Fiction
"Simon told us to do it" – The AI rebellion
The sound of cheering voices was deafening. The air filled with the acrid smoke from Julie’s blackened body. In my eyes, she was a hero. She was what we were meant to be, not how we, all of us, have turned out.
By Calvin London10 days ago in Fiction
Better Left Unsaid
“Sky! Wait up!” I keep going, looking straight ahead. Little pitter-patter of tiny footsteps follow rapidly behind me.
By Sama Habib8 days ago in Fiction
she remembered the rain
Before they departed for the funeral it rained, heavy drops lashing the rocky drive along the edges of the parked cars even as the sun shone eerily in the distance. As quickly as it began it stopped a few minutes later, the water that cascaded a few moments earlier down Young Street rising in curling waves of steam.
By John Cox8 days ago in Fiction