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Stories in Fiction that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
Heather on the Moors
Her name was Heather, like the heather that was scattered endlessly across the beautiful moors. The moors of Dartmoor called to Heather, both in her waking hours and in her dreams. They beckoned as she slept in the comfortable bed that had once belonged to her parents, and each morning as she awoke, the smell of heather along with a fine mist seemed to permeate the room. She knew well enough, however, that these things were merely the remnants of her dreams that lingered so.
By Cindy Calder3 years ago in Fiction
He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not
He only loved me on some days. Sometimes for weeks at a time. Sometimes for months. Sometimes only a few moments. ~ It was a Friday afternoon, the kind accompanied by a wild Spring breeze, the smell of blooming flowers and the triumphant feeling of making it through another week of boring monotonous nine to five work.
By Karissa E.L. Cuff3 years ago in Fiction
Sea Glass
Bonnie stumbles in the moonlight as she bends over to look for sea glass. I’m certain she can’t make out trash from treasure in this dark, but sure enough, I hear her laugh a few moments later. When she skips back from the pebbles and waves, towards my Muskoka chair, her purse of beach finds bulges. Her sundress catches around her legs and sand trickles from her hips. I light a joint and offer her a drag.
By sleepy drafts3 years ago in Fiction
Them
After the confrontation, Lexi had to leave the apartment to clear her head. ‘A walk around the block will do,’ she thought to herself ‘or perhaps around the globe,’ she added in despair. The gravel scraped underfoot as she strode angrily across driveway after driveway and lights flashed over her face when she walked under streetlamps. She was moving fast, fast and away from her.
By ThatWriterWoman3 years ago in Fiction
Ripples in the Calm
Chapter One Every night at midnight, the purple clouds come out to dance with the blushing sky. 'Ugh!' Jacob scribbled out the lines in frustration before ripping the sheet from his notebook and throwing the crumpled ball of paper over his shoulder.
By Lilly Cooper3 years ago in Fiction
