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The Letter That Hadn't Happened Yet
The mail always came at eleven, and at eleven Brandi was always on the porch, because that was the one appointment grief hadn't managed to cancel. Everything else about the house on Larkspur Lane had gone soft with disuse, the swing set out back, the piano nobody played, the real estate agent's card curling on the kitchen table like a leaf about to let go. But the mail still came. James, the carrier, still lifted his hand the same half-inch off the wheel of his little truck. Some things kept their shape even when the person who'd built the routine around them was five years gone.
By Diane Foster24 days ago in Fiction
Best Stepmom
I have the best stepmom in the world. She hates my mom and dad, too. They’re awful. We call my mom, Lila, the dirty whore, and my dad, Sam, the sorry bastard. Sharon, that’s my stepmom, has the cutest little dog you ever saw. Her name is Daisy Jill, and Sharon is getting custody of her in the divorce.
By Harper Lewis 25 days ago in Fiction
Identifying as the Hater Who was Hated
There's a low-functioning, unsuccessful narcissist sitting in the corner of some bar in Los Angeles. His name is Matthew. But could I be wrong? Maybe I've made too many mistakes, and alcohol is one of my last sources of solace now.
By ANTICHRIST SUPERSTAR26 days ago in Fiction
Food waste heaven
"Honey, you have to separate the leftover vegetables from the meat, remember." "Why?" "Well, the vegetables can be made into useful things like paper cups, and the leftover meat can be made into nice new sausages and burgers."
By Raymond G Taylor26 days ago in Fiction
Be a man
He sat staring at the train, then his phone, then the train. He had booked a seat on the train and had been ready to board. Then his phone beeped and he stopped, expecting to read a message telling him to go. Instead the message said "be a real man, come home".
By ASHLEY SMITH26 days ago in Fiction
Ghost In The Wind
There is a stillness in the air that calls stirring more than just the wind That picture still hangs on the wall like a chill just beneath my skin
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden27 days ago in Fiction
Now Boarding . Top Story - August 2026.
Despite Kelsey’s best efforts in the art of self restraint, all she thought about while standing in the boarding line was how divinely handsome he was. There was something about his chin as he looked out over the tarmac that said “I can cook a meal, pay the bills, and still nerd out over a video game, but in a way that’s cute and not smelly.”
By Matthew J. Fromm29 days ago in Fiction
Where The Flowers Grow
Chelsea learned over the course of years that silence is often louder than shouting. Much louder. Her mother had perfected it. No slammed doors, no raised voices, no swearing. Just short sharp replies and empty glances. Meals eaten at opposite ends of the table where the only sound came from the knives and forks scraping against the plate.
By Lola Roseabout a month ago in Fiction
The Sound of Footsteps
My name is not important. Not because I don't matter, but because there are so many girls like me. The girls who smile at school, who tell their friends they are fine. Girls who have learned how to hide things they should never have to hide.
By Lola Roseabout a month ago in Fiction
Last Call
Dr. Adams hated weekend duty. Not because she disliked her work. Quite the opposite. She had become a doctor because she wanted to help people, and for most of her career she still believed that was exactly what she did.
By Dagmar Goeschickabout a month ago in Fiction
Monster Heel-in-Law (Part 2)
For Cassie Horn, the last few weeks have been quite a whirlwind. First off, after defeating Kristina Richards inside the squared circle, Cassie went fully public with their year long relationship before finally popping the question in front of thousands and thousands of fans. The engagement party that followed saw Vonda Richards, Kristina's mother, arrive with her older daughters (Kristina's sisters), Vanessa and Serena Richards. Vonda Richards, a wrestling legend in her own right, the longtime villainous rival of Patricia Horn (Cassie's mother), and a former Queen of the Ring and eight-time World Champion.
By Clyde E. Dawkinsabout a month ago in Fiction
The Tower Keeps Nothing
Dee counted the days the way sailors count knots, not because the number mattered, but because not counting felt like drowning. Sixty-three. She'd said it out loud in the car, to nobody, the way she'd started doing sometime around day forty, when the silence in her own head got loud enough to need company.
By Diane Fosterabout a month ago in Fiction