#fiction

Now, this was a combination that she wouldn’t dare to dream of, even in her worst nightmare. ↗

— B. Barmanbek

#future #science-fiction #utopia #dreams

It was a year ago today your daughter went missing.’ Bagg had closed his eyes, feeling the death going on inside. ↗

— Cole Alpaugh

#circus #death #literary-fiction #love #death

The door wasn’t closing. Shiloh’s spirit opened up as she considered the possibilities. ↗

— Stacy Hawkins Adams

#fiction #identity #personal-growth #women-s-fiction #faith

Death was a leech; no matter which side of the spectrum you were on, either dead or alive, it fed. It either acquired your soul or devoured all your joyful emotions. ↗

— Laura Kreitzer

#angels #fantasy #fiction #kreitzer #paranormal-romance

We were a galaxy exploding into a million pieces, creating a whole new world, as we crashed against each other on the soft surface of his mattress, a cloud in the darkness, our bodies finally falling together like rain. ↗

— Emme Rollins

#alpha-heroes #alpha-male #erotic #erotic-fiction #erotic-romance

Most countries are static, all they need to do is keep having babies. But America's like this big old clanking smoking machine that just lumbers across the landscape scooping up and eating everything in sight. ↗

— Neal Stephenson

#science

My great-great grandfather and I were best of friends, although we never met. Fire and shipwreck orphan us – 140 years apart. We escape to imagination to survive our fate. There, midst flights of whimsy we find one another. Companionship quells our loneliness. We create fables and tales, shields against a harsh existence. We must battle animals and humans of prey. Together, he, the future abolitionist-publisher James Thaddeus ‘Blackjack’ Fiction, and I vault from glory-laden adventures to tragedy and then to triumph. I am Raji Singh and this is my story. ↗

— Raji Singh

#fiction #humor #satire #short-story #whimsey

Sylvia grabs my sleeve. “He’s a looker.” “I know. The problem is, he knows it, too. ↗

— Simone Elkeles

#humour #romance #young-adult-fiction #young-adult-romance #funny

Spirits didn’t notice death. By the rule of impermanence, what was meant to break simply broke, and there was only the next breaking and the next. ↗

— E.J. Koh

#battle #breaking #death #demon #fantasy

Then she loved him as she would a manifestation of herself, both silenced and wounded in existence, both everything and nothing to eternity. ↗

— E.J. Koh

#battle #breaking #death #demon #fantasy