Humor
Overall Awkward Ordeal
Eliza frequented Cafe Brie often enough to be considered a regular—she practically lived in this coffee shop when not at home. She liked the ambiance and its ability to feed her busybody nature. Honestly, to her, people-watching counted as novel research. Her writing was bettered by realistic characters. Today, Eliza sat sipping her nonfat soy latte, brow furrowed. The man standing at the counter cut a familiar silhouette. His hair was deep red and messy, he had square shoulders, and his skin was slightly olive-toned. Indeed, she had met him or seen him somewhere before; everyone knew everyone in this little podunk town. Nothing more exciting happened than when Cafe Brie opened on the town square. It was difficult to tell without seeing his face; picking up her mug, she sipped her coffee and eavesdropped as he ordered a cafe moca– a reasonably standard order.
By S.N. Evans2 years ago in Fiction
The Day I Realized My Feelings Were Lying to Me
It was a blustery Wednesday evening, and I sat opposite my specialist, Emily, gazing at the outlined degrees on her wall as opposed to looking at her without flinching. I had been arriving at these meetings for quite a long time, yet today felt unique. There was an inquiry consuming in my chest that I couldn't exactly express.
By Hashimoto Tashis2 years ago in Fiction
To My Headless Stalker
Dear Headless Horseman, I have decided to write you this letter because every time we get within speaking distance you try and cut off my head. I know that the jack-o-lantern you carry with you as a replacement for your missing head has no functioning eyes so maybe you can talk one of your undead friends with working eyes to read it to you. This is my last attempt at a peaceful resolution, so I hope it works.
By Mark Gagnon2 years ago in Fiction
Recent Contacts. Content Warning.
I'm not a slut, ok? Until recently, I'd only had one sexual partner. I was with Ellis for six years. Summer is the best time to break up. If you're in your early twenties, anyway. I had one slutty summer, alright? It wasn't even that many guys. I could count them on the fingers of one hand. If the thumb's a finger. Then came Troy. I knew he wasn't the one but I did like him. I felt safe with him. We'd known each other ages. We got into some kinky stuff, group sex, that kind of thing. That pushed my count up a bit. Some sex-positive folks are probably bristling reading this, but it's relevant. Because, see, I now have the unenviable task of contacting all my sexual partners. It started last week. Yes, in bed, if you must know. We were having some problems. Not something I've ever said before. And to be clear, I don't mean it's happened and I didn't admit it. I mean, its never happened. I assumed those kinds of problems only affected losers and old people. People who had been married for hundreds of years. Not twenty-somethings who weren't even in a relationship, they were just hot for each other. Listen, I'll just come out and say it. He couldn't get it in.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Character Creation
Characters are the heart and soul of any story. They are the vessels through which readers experience the world, emotions, and conflicts of the narrative. Creating compelling and believable characters is an art that requires a blend of imagination, empathy, and technique. This article explores the essential elements of character creation and offers tips to bring fictional people to life.
By Sazeeb Chowdury2 years ago in Fiction
