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Collectively, the stories here at storiesspace.com have all been viewed and rated by millions of surfers, and it is easy to see which stories are Top Rated by the general public (click the "Most Popular" tabs in any of the Categories, or on the front page).

Due to the sheer volume of submissions, sometimes stories do not stay on the front page for more than a few hours, and some absolute gems get lost in the crowd. Hence we've created this “Editor’s Picks” page, where we call out what we believe are some truly extraordinary pieces of writing. We may miss some too, but most of those that deserve higher praise will be listed here.

Each month our Editors pick those which we believe are exceptional. These stories will be easily recognised with an award next to the story itself, as well as in the Author's profile area, and of course listed in this section.

Congratulations to the authors of our story picks.

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Editor's Pick

Blackthorn

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. Face in the shadows Where eyes burn black candles And wax in the water Has armoured the lips, A soul freezes hell With the loneliness cruel, And the silence is lost Where the knife of noise slips. The buzz and the hum Of the jostling friends Who are not friends in truth, Nor are saviours of...Read On

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Solstice Of Deception

On this special night, the stars lit up the dark almost black night. A night that revealed the most amazing mysterious things to man every year. This coldest and infinite night was known as the Winter Solstice. When the moon hit its apex, far in the distance, the sound of clanking armor and weapons moving toward their destination filled the air. For every year over the past hundred years on...Read On

A Hundred Breaths

December 22, 2015 Ricky breathes deeply as he walks through the park. The air, sweetened by the scent of pine and cooled by the fallen snow, refreshes his lungs and spirit. It’s barely evening, yet it’s already dark out, the sun having slipped below the horizon. The snow on the ground is new and untrodden. It casts a luminous blanket all around, as if flying above the clouds at night. He...Read On

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Fade to Black

The winter solstice would be a long night indeed for these wise guys

  Connor Mulrooney sauntered into the members-only back room of the North Philly Irish Pub with his usual swagger, grabbed a Guinness and settled into a seat that may as well have held a Reserved sign. His chair, the one he always occupied during their weekly gatherings, notably sat right next to Billy’s — not that Connor or anyone else expected the boss to show up. He rarely did anymore,...Read On

The longest night

Shine on us, vanquish the monsters we have become.

It’s just another day now: our lives don’t stop for something as little as a solstice. We do our everyday things: we go to school, to work or shopping since Christmas is knocking on our door and sure as hell there’s not a single present ready but it hasn’t always been like this. We know so well what is going on that we don’t even stop and think about the perfection of the nature...Read On

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In the Dark

“Are you afraid of the dawn?” she asks, watching him with a half-smile on her face as he scrambles around the room, frantically pulling down the curtains. The new darkness bathes them both in soft candlelight. It smoothes out her angular lines and eases the sharpness of his jaw. But even gentle light cannot take the edge off a soul, and he grinds his teeth, while her nails tap out a...Read On

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Fire and Ice

On a clear, icy cold night in December, I find myself standing facing a raging bonfire. It’s the night of the winter solstice, and a group of people in this nowhere town have an annual tradition of a solstice party. Among other things, they set a bonfire and at a certain point in the night, everyone burns something that brought them negativity in the previous year. A few here really believe...Read On

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The Copse

Calm Evening Brings quiet. Father Sun dies Darkening the copse As deeper night begins. Mother Gaia sleeps with us, At rest beneath the barren limbs Of leafless trees trembling in damp wind Foreshadowing new growth with promised spring. With  Morning Pleas ring out Beseeching both The shining Father  And fertile Mother Earth.  When will light and life return.  Gifts are offered on raised...Read On

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Guardian of the Light

He had to complete his quest, the world depended on it

He pulled his cloak over his head and brushed away a few errant flakes of snow from his shoulders. He breathed out a long breath into his cold, rough hands, this warmed them with incredible speed. He stepped out from the Coaching Inn into the day. His footfalls were cushioned by the blanket of fresh snow. His long staff arced its way through the air as he walked, and made a small dent in the...Read On

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Solstice: midnight enchantment

Love me, and decree, I'm Alive, I'm Alive. ~Dirty Angel by Courtney Jenaé

Moonlight edged through the tree branches high overhead, as the wind howled through them bringing a sharp cold slap to her face. Darkness seeped under the canopy far above, shrouding the world in shadow. There was one small flicker of light that illuminated the cover that encased it. Her fingers grew numb, holding the iron candle holder. A dark blue candle for banishing glowed with enough...Read On

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The Gathering

Queen Ariane feels it in her heart but knows not why.

Inspired by the work of Anne Stokes, 'Solstice Gathering' Ariane stood atop the castle battlements and looked out across the heavily wooded landscape that stretched far into the distance as far as she could see. It was the twenty-first day of December in the year of our Lord fourteen hundred and twenty-three. All along the castle walls, torches flared, casting an eerie flickering...Read On

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Where Tears Reign

A plea from somebody with depression who seeks understanding for what she can't explain.

Here tears reign, And Self cannot be pulled together When Self is screaming, torn asunder, Where empty shell is welling up whilst Eyes of others roll Against the failings of this Selfish child, So called because She cannot rule what Others hide and stow away. 'Midst the back streets of her mind, Her common sense is raging cruel To lash her weakness, Scorn self-pity And loathe the drama...Read On

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Editor's Pick

'Twas the Night After Christmas...

“It’s not what it looks like,” he said, frantically fumbling with the computer mouse. She smirked. “That isn’t the Victoria’s Secret website?” Failing to minimize the screen, he switched tactics. “I’m looking for your Christmas gift." “Oh? And only 364 shopping days left!” He stroked his beard and chuckled nervously, “Well, after all, I’m a busy man.” “You work one night a...Read On

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Settling In

New starts can be tricky at any age

 

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The Annual Gift

What if someone could come back to you?

The Christmas present ticked and would open soon. They've chosen one out of billions annually since the Code was deciphered because its power must be limited. They placed the box in my home on Christmas Eve, timer set for eight in the morning. I'm waiting in the living room now, heart thundering, unknowable sciences about to bring you back. You'll be there, naked. Alive. Every memory...Read On

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The Fragility of Age

Spare a thought for the mentally infirm this holiday.

"You got what for my mother?" "A vibrator." "Why?" "She was complaining about her sore feet." "So you bought her a vibrator?" "I was trying to help!" The wife chased her husband out of the house. He ran until he lost her, then made his way back home, once he was sure she had stopped chasing. Looking at the present, the woman realised her mistake. "Aw, bless him," she smiled, her...Read On

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I Am A Lover Of Words

A word after a word after word is...

I am a lover of words.  I like  What they do to my tongue. Each letter  Whispers its own tune  To me,  When spoken together  A song. Like love,  How it opens the lips,  Extends the tongue,  Closes with a kiss,  Sounds hopeful.  How the letter O,  When accentuated,  Can leave you breathless.  The entire face must work together  To form it. Fuck…feel...fight…fun…  How do...Read On

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Misadventures in the Royal Word Cellar

Theo Sorris, page to the king, seeks a cure for Princess Poubelle’s Ghoulish Mouthus.

It happened on the very day Princess Poubelle was to meet her intended, the handsome Prince John Don Ron von Finkleshteen. She came down with a wicked case of ghoulish mouthus . This frightful illness made it so everything the princess said was ill-mannered, ill-spoken and just plain nasty. “I’ll never marry Prince Shtinklefiend!” shrieked the normally polite princess to her...Read On

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I Am The Deep, Dark Woods

Picture prompt 2

I am the dark and spooky woods. Oh, please, don’t be afraid. Just because you see overhanging branches and tangled brambles, darkness and no way out, it doesn’t mean I’m going to hurt you. I really do quite like visitors, actually. Come, enjoy my clearly set out paths. You may want to take a flashlight, though. There was this one person who forgot their flashlight. In fact, he hadn’t any...Read On

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The Trees Know All Our Secrets

The picture of the trees at dusk.

I had hidden in the trees all day, until the dusky mist of twilight overcame me. Nothing you could say or do could ease the pain, or light my pathway from that strange madness. The trees seemed tortured as my soul, Twisted as my mind with sadness. The setting sun, behind the knoll gave promise of the coming blackness of that eternal, dreamless night. The twisted trees took great delight...Read On

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Naked

Picture prompt 2

Stripped to nothing Everyone knows your secret You hear the whispers An out-of-body experience Occurs immediately It feels as though You’re in a forest, Walking amidst the Barren trees and Brambles of dead bushes In a perpetual Fog The cold wind Against your skin The barrage of clouds, Blocking out the sun The moonlight shines, Only to not Reach the ground. ...Read On

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To Fly Like a Hawk

An encounter in the forest inspired by the first picture.

“David, is that you? Are you back?” she asked. There was no answer. It was a Red-tailed Hawk that had landed on a branch above. She had heard his wings flutter. She stared up now as she raised her arm, opened her palm, managed a smile and waved. A small celebration of being alive. “Are you after the berries on those brambles, Mr. Hawk?” she asked. Then she said “No, probably not. You’re...Read On

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V-Sign to the Sunshine, Stripy Socks and Gingas

How does a gloomy grump see joy where there is no joy?

This musing only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. Sometimes I feel that the world is a graceless place. Well, alright, I always feel that. For me, every day is a task that I cannot look forward to. But there is no way to rearrange my knickers drawer in procrastination of meeting the morning (or afternoon, on my days off), and I am lacking...Read On

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Censor My Pen

You will not pour ice on my mic Just because my lesson burns You’re not allowed to shame me ‘cause your mind's too closed to learn I refuse to change my words around Or remove a single phrase ‘cause my message is a mirror That reflects your naked face Race, religion, vices, or violence If it colors our existence Then my voice shall not be silent Still, you challenge my words And...Read On

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Mr. Raymond's Jingling Jangling Wagon

A lonely man searches for solace after his beloved wife dies.

Mr. Raymond's Jingling Jangling Wagon Mr. Raymond had so many pots and pans and other metal objects hanging from his pushcart he could not move it a couple of feet without the noise alerting the folks on Mulberry Lane that he was on his way. He was the Mulberry Lane peddler and philosopher whose wit and wisdom offered his customers not only something they might need or want, but...Read On

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True Illumination

True Illumination There was once a lush and beautiful forest teeming with life, and any who passed through it felt refreshed and cheerful. Its borders stretched all the way from the village of Terrapacia, on the west, to the great waters of Undalar, on the East, and every time the people of the village held a wedding, or a feast, or a celebration of any kind, they held it in the forest. ...Read On

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The Boy with One Eye

If someone calls you insane or dissident or strange, it is just that they are half blind

Once, a boy was asked by his mother, what he wanted to become in his life. He said—a writer. The mother laughed. But seeing the boy’s expressions firm and eyes in flames, she said; “Well, you sure, that is what you want to do? Writers are all insane. They always smoke and drink. They live with many women. They are nasty creatures and governments hunt them.” The boy looked sad. And...Read On

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Carried Too Long

Been there, done that, dare not go back!

Allowing myself to misplace reality's grip. Dwelling yet again in the past, feeling dismay. Into the bottomless depths of darkness I slip. Why could life not have been a different way? Trying to regain clarity, not where I want to be. Descending to the abyss, luminosity fading fast. Not fearing the dark, but the demons awaiting me. Been here many times, heart stressed, mind aghast. ...Read On

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Storybook Lovers

So few words, for so much passion ....

My storybook lover is romantic, he would never hurry his sweetheart in a love scene, but tonight I want him to... "Make love to me, darling. In one hundred words or less." "Micro fiction?" "Yes." "Get your skirt off then." I begin slowly undoing the buttons on my... "Just do it, don't describe it." "It has to be sexy." "But you're using all the words up!" "Don't shout at me." ...Read On

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After the Revenge

After violently avenging the murder of his family, a man questions his own morality.

The question was whether I should kill him very slowly or just slowly. He was sitting on the ground badly injured after his fall. His back was propped up against the base of a large rock. I kept my revolver aimed at his chest. I was standing about ten feet away. “Ya gotta be hubbie, right?” he asked. “Cause ya sure don’t look like no cop or ranger.” “Yes,” I responded. “I’m the husband.” ...Read On