Adventure
Aurelius Ascends (part 3)
At first, the crew thought that what was likely happening to their craft right now was nothing more than a minor navigational anomaly, a glitch, as they had begun sensing a very subtle gravitational tug over the last hour, something that all of the crew, apart from one absent member, had been starting to feel as a slowly growing vibration through the underside artificial gravity plating areas, which , while this would certainly account for the sudden ‘light spring in their steps,’ it was definitely not one that could have explained away the navigational gremlins they were experiencing with their shipwide instrumentation panels though.
By Jonathan Townend18 days ago in Fiction
The Last Tag-along
You were warned to stay home and told not to follow Ryan when he left. He said he was going somewhere a little sister shouldn’t tag along, so you should just help Mom with some baking and catch a movie on HBO tonight. It hurt your feelings to hear him say this, because normally he took you everywhere.
By Mother Combs20 days ago in Fiction
Dragon Horse
Date: Di-6 Triakosia Location: Coliseum, SE In the eye of the hurricane of the Cetus and Mensa troops, Sklodowska and Aroon – now Naresuan – prop their elbows on the sundial in the center of the arena. Their fingers slot together like a Titanoboa’s jaw re-hinges itself after swallowing its prey.
By Wen Xiaosheng20 days ago in Fiction
A Dyad of Dunces. Top Story - October 2026.
It had been six days since two kingdoms fell around them. The Lady and the Brute could only listen from their cell within the castle walls as opposing armies ripped each other to pieces. The invasion came swiftly, whereas the moans of the dying lasted far too long after the battle was finished.
By John Dodge21 days ago in Fiction
Desert Deluge
Red mud is caked to the bottom of your boots. Above the sky has broken open abruptly and dumped all of its fury onto your head. In the distance you can see a break in the clouds. The glow of struggling sun beams over the jagged walls of the canyon you foolishly entered. If you could just reach the top of the cliff then you could stand in the light again.
By Andrea L Smith22 days ago in Fiction
The Warmth Beyond the Snow
Not the thin gray ribbon that usually rose from a chimney on a winter morning. This smoke was black. It climbed straight into the pale sky above the frozen valley, thick enough to look like a storm cloud hanging over the mountains.
By Behind the Curtain22 days ago in Fiction
Nothing To Lose Part 11
In the middle of the night, two very unexpected visitors will throw Jonas two very different kinds of loops. Part 11 He woke up in bed but felt like he hadn't rested at all. The sound of heavy trucks moving through the area brought him to his feet. Jonas pulled the curtain aside. They were military transport and a flatbed, and then another. Their heavy engines roared as the drivers pushed through the flooded streets, sending waves after waves of storm runoff into the yards and driveways. He could see the waters were now near two feet high. Jonas wondered when the rain was going to stop.
By Jason Morton23 days ago in Fiction
In a Yellow Wood
It’s 3:15 in the afternoon, you check the clock again. Wondering if he’s alright. A gnaw in the pit of your stomach like every weekday afternoon. What if she’s trying to get back in his life again? Would she do that behind your back? You don’t trust her not to, so you set out the pizza rolls on a pan and stick them in the oven. 3:16, he’s late. Then you go to the living room and peek out through the curtains. There he is, standing there talking to the girl from down the street. She’s a cute girl and you notice the way Michael blushes as she twirls her hair around her finger. He’s not on his bike; he’s holding the handles as if he walked it home instead of riding it. Probably to walk alongside her. You look down the sidewalk and see another kid, head down, hands in his hoodie pockets. A loner. You can relate; you didn’t have many friends growing up either. That’s probably what made you so easy for your ex. She wrapped you around all five fingers and some toes. Someone, especially someone that beautiful, gave you attention. That was all it took. The kid with the hoodie looks up, directly at you, making eye contact. You duck back inside. But not before you saw little Suzie or whatever her name is down the street give your son Michael a peck on the cheek. He was bright red. You rush back to the kitchen.
By Raine Fielder23 days ago in Fiction
