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Stories in Fiction that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
Dark Bee The Soul Of Envy
1906, Isle of Wight (United Kingdom). Your sister Harriet has brought you with her on a trip to The Isle, which in itself is quite exceptional. Used to living inland, you are now surrounded by sea. Besides, your family could have never afforded to come to this prized resort, with its micro-climate, baths, soft yellow sand and beautifully trimmed grasslands renowned for its beehives. A beautiful picture indeed, were it not for your sister's husband, Wilbur. The boat trip was rocky, at least by your terrestrial standards, although your brother-in-law made a point of clapping your shoulder with a condescending "Stop whining so, Leslie, the sea is calm today!"
By Claire Guérin3 years ago in Fiction
She Danced the Skies on Laughter-Silvered Wings
Dee smiled, joy spreading across her face and filling her soul, as she pulled the yellow nose of the Piper Cub higher and felt the familiar rush of air under her wings. Well, not her wings, the plane’s wings. Although, there really wasn’t much difference, now was there?
By Donna Renee3 years ago in Fiction
Based On Actual Events
Eyes open. Feet, human feet in their rich cladding. Smells, all alien; human again. No water and no water plants, but fish! Out of no logic in this hard place the smell of fish. Under paw pads the hard, very flat ground is thrumming. The only sound seems to be an unimaginably loud roaring threat response from some otter so large he can hardly believe it’s possible. It shakes the space all around.
By Roy Stevens3 years ago in Fiction
Year of the Whale. Second Place in Tall Tail Challenge.
Mao Song was born on February 7th, 1932. It was the year of the monkey, but he weighed 5.4 kg and was the largest baby Nantong province had ever seen, so his brothers said it was the year of the whale. They called him Jing, a word for whale. Everyone called him Jing in the fishing town where he lived.
By Ethan Town3 years ago in Fiction
Safety Instructions
Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to Flight 999 on Egress Airlines, flying from Montreal to Vancouver. Our altitude will soon reach 50,000 feet (don’t ask us to go metric on that one, ha ha), and we will arrive at our destination late in the evening of Friday the 13th. Many of you with a superstitious nature might find that an uncomfortable fact, but please appreciate that we are pilots and handle this sort of thing all the time. No worries!
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Fiction
"Welcome to Flight"
The sign they passed on their way into town said, "Welcome to Flight" but the faces of the old men watching them said something entirely different. And it wasn't "thanks for visiting!" or "how bout a cup of coffee, friend?"... Everett Marks prided himself on being a polite man so he tipped his dirty hat congenially anyway as he rode slowly past the mercantile storefront. A row of cranky old men sat in rickety chairs smoking and staring in disgust at the sorry pair of vagabonds. No one tipped a hat or even nodded to acknowledge the man and his sad excuse for a horse.
By Donna Renee3 years ago in Fiction
