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The Lost Journal. Top Story - February 2024. Content Warning.
There I was, sitting around. I’d be smiling if I had a face. I was sitting on a shelf in the corner of a dimly lit room. I was friends with the other forgotten and dusty items here.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Stephan: The Last of the Voltarians
February 7, 2144 Lieutenant Anthony Cheng and his squad finally broke into the last chamber of the Voltarian base nestled at the foot of the Whitmore Mountains.
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Fiction
Night-Flyers
Something in the night woke him. It was a hissing noise. Sky-water, he thought. But there was no drumming, no noise at all, the telltale indicator.
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Fiction
The Measurement of Memories
The last box was just sealed. A sliver of light sneaked its way through a slit in the tattered curtains, yellowed with age. I found myself lying in a corner, dust settled around me like the freshly fallen snow. My name? It’s Tally. But that hardly matters now. What does is my story.
By E.K. Daniels3 years ago in Fiction
Always Missing Him. Top Story - February 2024.
Darkness. That’s what I had been submerged in for so long. Dark and empty were my new feelings. My new surroundings. My new existence.
By Blue Dymond3 years ago in Fiction
The Drawer of Missing Things
I was the first to go. His splotched hands removed me gently from his wallet, and I never returned back to the comfy leather slot I had called my own for these past five years. Sure, I was expiring soon, but aren’t we all in a way?
By Joe O’Connor3 years ago in Fiction
Fibers entwined
In the heart of Kansas, where the plains can stretch out like a vast, golden quilt beneath the sky, a Hopi Blanket, Manta, spread across the foot of the wooden cedar bed .
By Joseph McCain3 years ago in Fiction
Our Last Ride. Content Warning.
How could this happen? How can so much joy and fulfillment just end? Was I always destined to spend my last days alone, rotting, drowning in memories of laughter, love and exuberance? There has to be more than this. Doesn't there?
By Dana Crandell3 years ago in Fiction
KEYS
From the moment I came into existence, I was destined for a purpose. Shiny and new, I gleamed at the promise of unlocking the door to new adventures. With pomp and circumstance, my new boss paraded me around like a prized possession, boasting to his friends about his latest acquisition. I felt more valuable than a winning lottery ticket, basking in the attention as they eagerly awaited the grand unveiling of his swanky new abode.
By Jes “KIM254” Ben3 years ago in Fiction
MY MISSING FOOTBALL
In the heart of my town nestled between rolling hills, there stood a big field where friends gathered every evening to indulge in their favorite sport: football. Among them was me, young Emmanuel, I have a passion for the game that burned brightly within me. I cherished my football a lot. It was a gift from my mother on my fifteen years birthday—like a prized possession.
By Aifuwa Emmanuel3 years ago in Fiction
Misplaced Memories
The anticipation of seeing my grandkids' faces light up with joy as I embarked on my Disney World adventure was enough to keep me smiling through the entire flight. After all, it had been far too long since we last had the chance to spend quality time together. Bella and Nico, my two bundles of energy, had eagerly awaited my arrival, and I couldn't wait to shower them with love and laughter.
By Anthony Chan3 years ago in Fiction
Men Do Cry
In a small town nestled between rolling hills, Benson lived out his days quietly, carrying the weight of the world on his aging shoulders. At seventy-three, he had weathered countless storms, both literal and metaphorical. But through it all, he remained stoic, a pillar of strength for his family.
By Mije Mwanza 3 years ago in Fiction