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When We Looked Up
I lived in a small town where everything was stale and everyone knew about each other — but not too small that everyone would remember each other. Lots of movement and faded noise from daily activities. The only sense of joy that made you smile came from movies about big, bright cities and stories told by people who traveled anywhere beyond the next two big towns.
By Vincent Palmer 6 months ago in Fiction
The Skull Washed Ashore
The Skull Washed Ashore The tide was slow that morning, dragging itself across the shore with a heavy sound that seemed to settle into the bones rather than pass through the ears, and the sky hung low in a dull grey weight that made the whole stretch of beach feel closed in, as though the world had narrowed to that one place and refused to open beyond it. I had walked there many times before, enough to know every shift in the sand and every curve of the shoreline, yet that day something felt wrong in a way that could not be easily named, something quiet and watchful that seemed to exist just beyond the edge of thought.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Fiction
Too Much Love Can Kill You
Too Much Love Can Kill You At first, it felt like the kind of love people dream about. The kind that arrives quietly, then suddenly fills every space in your life. There were messages all day, voices late into the night, and that constant feeling of being chosen. It made the world seem smaller, safe, nothing could reach you as long as they were there. There was no distance, no gaps, no silence, and that intensity felt like something rare, something people search their whole lives for. You told yourself this was what love was meant to feel like, full, consuming, undeniable.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Fiction
Worrying
Start at the beginning and read the entire series! Click the link below: Roger leaned over his drafting table, scrutinizing the blueprints spread before him. The midmorning sun streamed through his office window filling it with much appreciated light and raising the temperature to an unwelcome level. He could feel a little bead of sweat trickle down the back of his neck.
By A. J. Schoenfeld6 months ago in Fiction
Fire in the Dark
Storytelling began before there was even a word for “story.” Back when the world was still lit by fire and fear, people lived in small circles of light. The nights were longer than they are now, or at least they felt that way. Wind crept through branches like whispers, animals called to each other in voices humans did not yet understand, and the darkness beyond the fire was full of questions.
By Oluremi Adeoye6 months ago in Fiction
The Truth Is Out There
My future is as uncertain as my past. I’ve pondered it for my entire life and still have few answers. The truth is out there - like the quote from the television show, The X-Files. They say to look within, but what can I find in an empty shell?
By Andrea Corwin 6 months ago in Fiction
Tata’s Lesson
Anthony learned early to watch what people did, not what they said. He was a young man when his older brother Andy—whom he had called Tata for as long as anyone could remember—told him a story that would quietly shape the rest of his life. Their parents liked to say that “Tata” had been Anthony’s first word, spoken with a kind of certainty that made it feel less like a nickname and more like a title. It stuck, not just because it was said, but because it fit. Tata was who Andy had always been to him—protector, teacher, and, in ways Anthony wouldn’t fully understand until much later, a quiet map for how to move through the world.
By Anthony Chan6 months ago in Fiction
