Adventure
The Machine Chose Me
You spend the first hour cleaning machinery you will never be allowed to touch again. Black grease smudges across your sleeves as you crawl beneath the service corridor where the command platform sits behind two meters of armored bulkhead. The maintenance cart digs into your hip each time you drag it forward, with the inspection lamp slipping from its bracket as you work around the hydraulic lines.
By Tim Carmichaelabout a month ago in Fiction
Winter Peaches
The crunch of the snow underfoot always reminded her of childhood. Even in this place. The middle of a crowded street. Walking swiftly to nowhere in particular. She saw the determination on the faces of those she passed. Desperate to get somewhere warm. She felt that same desperation but had no hope of finding solace. There was no warmth waiting for her at home. Because there was no home.
By Raine Fielderabout a month ago in Fiction
Stitch: The October Vortex. Content Warning.
Dreams are doorways, and tonight one opens in the middle of Beaver Pond. October shouldn’t have sounded like this. Beaver Pond buzzed with cicadas — that thick, electric hum that only happened on the hottest days of summer. Crickets layered beneath them, frantic and constant, like the forest was vibrating. The air hung heavy, wet, pressing against Sara’s skin like a fever.
By Syl De'Vilabout a month ago in Fiction
Through And Beyond Smoke
If it’s one thing Jyllmon hates, is driving through the road in extreme darkness. To him, it felt like a horror movie where he had no idea what’s to come. It could be a random deer dashing through the streets, or a helpless woman being chased through the woods, or just simply a broken down car.
By Devond Devoeabout a month ago in Fiction
Pernicious With A Purpose
“Olawdry, are you coming to bed yet?” Mairlz called from the bedroom. Olawdry was staring at himself in the mirror pulling down the bags underneath his red eyes. “Yes, sweetie. I’m coming.” He responded tiresome. He hit the light switch, shut the door behind him, and walked over to his side of bed where he could see the moonlight outside the window.
By Devond Devoeabout a month ago in Fiction
A Breeze I Wish To Forget
The pictures upheld itself to Natajra’s standard as the driver cruises through the city. The skies were pretty, it wasn’t too hot or too cold outside, and the garden and palms trees were absolutely beautiful. Natajra pinched herself wondering if she was in heaven. “Ouch!” She whispered to herself as she rubs the tiny pain away.
By Devond Devoeabout a month ago in Fiction
