Fig Finds

Fig Finds started as a place to bookmark my favorite stories from Figment. Now I'm working on building this into an archive of sorts for great stories and poems found on Figment. Use the Submit or Ask pages to send in recommendations!

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  • “Alice started using the East parking lot when she began dating Nate. Everyone knows that at 7:05 AM, Alice walks in from the third row (with Nate), strides down the sidewalk (also with Nate), and glides through Door 2E (held open by Nate).

    Yet it is 7:05 AM and Alice is nowhere in sight. Nate feels sick as he thinks of last weekend. The other girl’s perfume and candy apple lips are still tangible. He tastes the vague memory of burnt sugar on his tongue and feels the slushiness of bitter frustration burn dully in his chest.”
    — Tyrannasaurus Lex, Waiting for Alice
    • 4 months ago
    • 6 notes
    • #figment
    • #writing
    • #contemporary
    • #young adult
    • #short story
  • “There it was again. That word.

    Living. Martha had used it on several occasions, trying to convince Rosalind to participate in her daring events. What we’re doing is living.”
    — Violet Nightly, Hearts
    • 5 months ago
    • 5 notes
    • #figment
    • #novel
  • “If you place your living skin beneath an evening lamp
    and confront the window’s reflection,
    you will not be so surprised to discover
    night sails within your eyes.”
    — Grace Booth, “She thinks she’s entangled in the net”
    • 5 months ago
    • 2 notes
    • #poem
    • #poetry
    • #greek mythology
    • #figment
    • #figment fiction
  • “There was something mystical lurking behind the glass of the train window.

    I could feel it.

    I had read the folklore. Foxes that protected rice storehouses, and white mice that emerged during the disasters that formed the world. Mirrors, magical swords, and curved jewels like commas. Deer herds that played messengers for the gods.

    Not gods. Kami.

    Local legends about the spirits—souls?—of animals, trees, and waterfalls. Souls that wandered through villages, and now the streets of Tokyo and Osaka.

    Tokyo was eight hours away, Nagoya two hours away. We were buried in the wilderness, dark trees and snow drifts, barreling through the countryside in a local train towards a valley in the mountains. A place called Snow Country.”
    — E. R. Warren, The Wabi Sabi Travelogue
    • 6 months ago
    • 9 notes
    • #novel
    • #writing
    • #figment
    • #quote
    • #quotation
    • #story
  • “I hated this tradition, this superstition. It was embarrassing. Besides, I didn’t believe in this Spanish folklore, hocus-pocus crap.”
    — Sheska, “The Coconut”
    • 6 months ago
    • 5 notes
    • #short story
    • #writing
    • #figment
    • #figment fiction
  • “‘Newspapermen,’ I say quickly. They’d have a field day if they could see us, the twelve daughters of the driest senator in Washington, sneaking out to the city’s most notorious speakeasy.”
    — Lee, “Twelve”
    • 7 months ago
    • 3 notes
    • #figment
    • #figment fiction
    • #short story
    • #fairy tale
  • @YAquotes

    @YAquotes is tweeting lines from YA books:

    “Stop squandering yourself, child. Wait for love.” - Laini Taylor, DAUGHTER OF SMOKE AND BONE

    “Remember, girl on fire,” he says, “I’m still betting on you.” - Suzanne Collins, CATCHING FIRE

    “Evie, if you ever get taken from me again, you better know that I’ll be coming for you.” - Kresley Cole, POISON PRINCESS

    One day I would have all the books in the world, shelves and shelves of them. I would live my life in a tower of books. I would read all day long and eat peaches. And if any young knights in armor dared to come calling on their white charges and plead with me to let down my hair, I would pelt them with peach pits until they went home. - Jacqueline Kelly, THE EVOLUTION OF CALPURNIA TATE


    Follow @YAquotes on Twitter for your (semi)daily intake of YA lit in 140-character bite sizes.
    • 7 months ago
    • #ya lit
    • #ya
    • #young adult
    • #quote
    • #quotation
    • #twitter
  • “It was a wind born upon the glacier from which the river Hrid flowed forth. It was a landscape where forests, white with snow and ice, covered the slopes of the surrounding mountainsides. The mountains stood like frozen giants, grey monoliths holding up the skies. With the forest on one side and the frozen tundra on the other, the river Hrid snaked its way south.”
    — Fredrik-Kayser, The Raven’s Call
    • 7 months ago
    • 2 notes
    • #figment
    • #figment fiction
    • #novel
  • “Linna has been wrapped in wool countless times.

    Countless times she has felt familiar cat-tongue roughness on her skin, heard the comforting snap of the tape dispenser. Every time she imagines herself transforming into a polar bear maybe, or a snow leopard; something beautiful and fearless. Something far from the tiny girl she is; soft hair kinked into oatmeal-coloured curls, and eyes so wide and blue they looked like they’ve swallowed a lake.”
    — perfoliate, milk teeth
    • 7 months ago
    • 1 notes
    • #figment
    • #figment fiction
    • #writing
  • Fig Finds Update

    Couple of things:

    1) New icon. New layout. Hope it’s more readable/straightforward than the last. Dig the Figment red?

    2) Created an Index of all the work posted here. It’s tiny, I’m appalled. Must get on my reading/archiving again.

    3) Got a bunch of recommendations to stories I haven’t read before. THANKS, GUYS! :D I love having a full reading list.

    • 7 months ago
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