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Reaching the Edge of the Universe
Max Lane lay unconscious in his laboratory, utterly spent after countless unsuccessful attempts. His laboratory is located in the middle of a dense dark forest. It is almost impossible for humans to enter here. For the last twenty years, he has been working on a project through which humans can survive in the vacuum outside the earth without any technical aid. His only dream is to "swim in the universe and reach its final edge." He has spent the last twenty years of his life in his small laboratory and this dense dark forest.
By Karan w. 2 years ago in Fiction
Fantasy Shorts: Troublesome Investigations
Only in our dreams are we free. The rest of the time, we need wages. -Terry Pratchett ----- "Captain Malarkey," cried Constable Mithers as she ran into the room like a particularly overcaffeinated squirrel.
By Ian Read2 years ago in Fiction
The Space Between Us
How did I fucking get here? This is what I’ve been repeatedly asking myself for the last 10 minutes in my wine-clogged brain as I try not to stare at an unseemly piece of spinach lodged between Derek’s teeth. Or did he say his name was Eric? God, does it even matter? He’s cute, in a rugged frat-boy type of way—pale blue eyes that come off as flat and uninviting, sandy blonde hair that could use a little less gel. I like to run my fingers through a man’s locks, thank you very much. He’s got what looks like a swimmer’s lean and toned body under that boring blazer and khakis. He might be nice enough underneath it all, but I’ve lost the energy to pay attention to whatever he’s talking about—his “very big” and “very important” promotion to something or other. If I have to listen to another man drone on and on about himself and his accomplishments, I might just run away screaming.
By Erin Perez2 years ago in Fiction
A Letter to Mighty Man
Dear Mighty Man Or do you just use Brandon now? You probably don’t remember me, seeing that it’s been a long time. My name is Avery Weakman. You saved my life a number of times. Of course, you’re thinking that you saved a whole lot of people. I was the one you had to come back to for the most.
By David E. Perry2 years ago in Fiction
We Hate Halloween
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. It’s only for one night of the year. “There is no reason we can’t control our urges for one freaking night, right folks. We have 364 nights to reign terror on the world, but not tonight. Tonight, we must remain calm and no matter what happens or who comes knocking, that door stays closed. Understood, everyone?”
By Mark Gagnon2 years ago in Fiction
Don’t Open The Door
There was only one rule: don’t open the door.” “Richie, NO!” Charles said sharply as he grabbed Richie’s arm. “Oh what are you on about? It’s just a door” Richie dismissed. “No, Richie! It’s not just a door” Charles protested. “Its the forbidden door.”
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Fiction
The Park and the Beast
This is a new chapter in The ShambElla Saga. You'll find it pinned to my profile in its burgeoning entirety here: And here's the previous chapter:
By C. Rommial Butler2 years ago in Fiction
The Missing Story. Top Story - October 2024.
Rainy A pleasant aroma wafted around Rainy, cocooning her in a cloud of fresh tropical breeze. She’d never smelled anything so wonderful before. As a microfiction about Alaska, she usually felt so cold inside but she could feel a warmth spreading through her core to her limbs.
By D.K. Shepard2 years ago in Fiction
Danger on the Dance Floor
"Wasn't it worth it, darling?" The suited man asked the woman whose hand he held. "Ah, yes, Gerald," she said with a smile, twirling her hips to show off her black gown and corset.
By Ian Read2 years ago in Fiction
The Witching Hour Mishap
Agatha Harkness sat in her dimly lit parlor, fingers dancing over the pages of an ancient tome. She sipped her tea calmly, the quiet of her New England home soothing after a long day of magical study. Outside, the trees swayed in the cool autumn breeze, and the sky held a harvest moon, casting eerie shadows.
By The Kind Quill2 years ago in Fiction
Tikki and the Elf´s Ring
In Denmark, we have a dog breed that in English speaking countries you know as a "dachshund," but in Danish, it's called a "gravhund." Translated literally, "dig-dog" – well, that's not quite correct because the prefix "grav" refers to a fox or badger's burrow, which the breed was developed to fit perfectly into in order to chase the animal out. However, there's now a widespread misconception that it’s because they love to dig.
By Henrik Hageland2 years ago in Fiction
The Great Locker Heist: A True Tale of Espionage and Missing Homework
Let’s set the record straight right now: I’ve been teaching for 20 years, and in that time, I’ve seen my fair share of inventive excuses. Lost books, printer malfunctions, “my dog ate it”—the classics. But what happened last Monday in my math class? Now that was something else entirely.
By Raymond Oliphant2 years ago in Fiction