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Rage, rage against the dying of the night
It all happened so fast. From the Doctor telling me there was no 'Get out', 'Hail Mary' or even a 'Wild Card' to the realisation I would not see 2025. No, no smart shuffle could cheat the reaper's reap this time. I wouldn't celebrate 25 years of wonderful marriage to my soul mate, Jenny. To say it was a shit card to deal with was putting it lightly.
Paul StewartPublished about 4 hours ago in Fiction Wasp Talk
Introduction This is inspired by a few things: My friend Chris said wasps were the football hooligans of the insect world, my recent post where I stated that some people are only happy when they are miserable or have something to complain about, and the book I am reading, "The Roaches Have No King" by Dabiel Evan Weiss which is about New York Apartment life observed by cockroaches.
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished about 15 hours ago in Fiction- Content Warning
The Bag - Jason and the girl
This is a follow-on from The Bag, The Bag - Jason's Dilemma, and The Bag - The Girl. You may want to read those in order to have context for this.
Rachel DeemingPublished 2 days ago in Fiction - Content Warning
Pretty
The red and blue lights of the ambulance fluttered dimly in the summer sunlight, the black asphalt of the highway the only dark tone amid the golden fields and bright blue sky. I was strangely conscious of the peaceful surroundings around the accident as I ran towards the crumpled Rav-4 on the side of the road. Flames licked the edges of the battered hood, and the dark figure slumped in the front seat was not moving. In the back of the car, mercifully intact, I saw two small hands slapping desperately in the windows. Susan reached the car before me, her lighter figure swifter than my more lumbering bulk. She jerked open the back door and unbuckled the child, scooping it out and setting the young girl on the ground as I set to work on the front door.
ThatOne_GirlPublished 3 days ago in Fiction Self-help Books
At one point in our lives, we have all struggled with the idea of knowing how the rich have managed to amass so much wealth. Most of us have taken a step further and read various books and publications that explain or outline the so-called 'secrets to riches.'
Nelis ThuoPublished 3 days ago in Fiction- Content Warning
Diary of a Serial Killer
Day One Sun up. Day develops. Breakfast eaten. Leave house. Catch bus. Go to work. Do job. Lunchtime comes. Leave office.
Rachel DeemingPublished 4 days ago in Fiction - Content Warning
Roselea
In the fabled Kingdom of Marden, a Queen named Roselea the Great reigned. Her rule, a tapestry woven with excellence and kindness, was akin to a mother hen tending to her chicks. The people of Marden, in unison, hailed her as the greatest ruler in their history and, perhaps, in all of history.
Mother CombsPublished 4 days ago in Fiction The Snake's Ruse
The Art of Deception: Sophia's Masterful Heist In the world of high-stakes theft, where every move is calculated and every plan executed with precision, there exist legends—those who transcend the ordinary and elevate the art of thievery to new heights. Among them, Sophia stands as a paragon of brilliance, her exploits etched into the annals of history as the epitome of ingenuity and daring.
Masonwabe NyangaPublished 4 days ago in Fiction- Content Warning
Walking On Gilded Splinters
Introduction This is for the PVim Challenge below, and will be a microfiction based on the song I refer to below. It made me think of one of my favourite songs from one of my favourite albums, "Walk On Gilded Splinters" from "Gris, Gris" by Dr John, Mac Rebbenak.
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished 5 days ago in Fiction Are we there yet?
The birds in the forest are the guardian angels watching over the brother and sister who ran away from an abusive household of hostility and invented security out of necessity.
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A Female Fantasy
This is my first short story like this. I write a lot of poetry but short stories I do not have nearly as much confidence or skill in. So all I ask is that you be patient and kind in your reaction to it. This is a story of love and sex, which seems to be in my mind quite often lately. Please let me know what you think. Thank you for your time and consideration...
The Ugliest Structure
Mark Twain called the structure I work in, "The ugliest structure in America." I concur. The Dwight D. Eisenhower Chief Place of business isn't the biggest in Washington, D.C., yet its forcing façade causes it to feel as is it. I work for the Workplace of E-Government and Data Innovation. I have a satellite office in the entrails of this monster. Working in this building gives us speedy admittance to both the President and VP on the grounds that they additionally have workplaces here. This entrance might be the reason I'm in this present circumstance, or perhaps it's the task I'm allocated to, or both.
Yahya MahmudPublished 5 days ago in Fiction