Fable
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
Bah Humbug. Top Story - September 2026.
“Claudia,” John poked his head into the back-of-house office. “There’s a bunny in the parking lot.” Claudia did not turn from her computer. “I think you need to come investigate this.” “John, if you can’t handle a bunny, I don’t think you’re GM material.” Claudia laughed. She had taken John under her wing to show him the ropes of running a busy mall at the holidays. He might be able to hack it at a Pac Sun, but he would never fit into her shoes. He never missed a beat on the coffee runs, though, so she kept him around. “I think we might need to call the police.” “On a fucking rabbit?” The mall would be open in a couple of hours, and Claudia knew various store managers would be slowly arriving. Whatever was up John’s ass, she didn’t want it trickling down into the workday. It was twelve days before Christmas: the final sprint to the holiday shopping season was upon them.
By Cali Loriaabout a month ago in Fiction
The Princess and the Pea. Top Story - September 2026.
A string of green pearls ran around Pearline's neck. Not real ones though, the plastic kind. It was her dream to own the real ones. The rare green pearls that came from the black lipped oysters. She lived at a bar and helped to pour beer and clean. She saved up enough to be able to buy one real pearl. She wore it with pride instead of her costume jewelry and was laughed at for doing so. She then got a locket necklace and put the green pearl inside the locket.
By Seashell Harpspring 2 months ago in Fiction
Last Call for Mars
“Last call for Generalissimo Elon Musk. The rocket departs in two minutes! Last call for Generalissimo Elon Musk.” Elon heard the announcement from the interplanetary rocket, which made him curl up into a fetal position on a bench at the very edge of the spectators’ bleachers at Cape Canaveral. He’d thought there was no better place to hide than in a crowd of enthusiastic humans eager to send him to Mars. Upon the announcement, Elon’s whole life was flashing in front of him in his memories.
By Lana V Lynx2 months ago in Fiction
November 11th and All the events preceding It.
I'm on the floor of a gas station, my body feels weak, If I lay still In the dark for 10 minutes maybe I'll have a moment of rest, I've been keeping things from you, your songs are flowing out of my earphones during this shallow respite, your career will let you shine, glow towards the public and I do not want my pain to hurt you , It's been a few months so I am willing to tell you why I have been far, absent ,away I guess.... I lost everyone my love , I am left to do this alone and I didn't want to do It this way, you have everyone, your family even made me clothes and shelter for me.
By AETHERIA STAR ANGEL2 months ago in Fiction
