Psychological
Ghosts of People
Two men in a dive bar engage in a relatively mundane discussion about contemporary politics. "Among the emerging new Lefts and new Rights, there are competing factions," Nicolae begins. "Some more or less support Ukraine, while others more or less favor Russia. Some are preoccupied with Israel and Palestine. Some focus on racial and cultural issues, while others are more interested in economics and government. They all want greater influence and support. The question is: what methods will they use to achieve their goals? Who will succeed? Will the winners absorb followers from their former opponents--or will they themselves eventually be defeated?"
By ANTICHRIST SUPERSTAR4 months ago in Fiction
BTVU
"BTVU" stands for Before The Vocal Update. This seems like forever ago, but I am now in Vocal poverty, when I used to be awash with coffee money from my Vocal earnings and tips, but thanks to Vocal deliberately locking the door on me and many others my coffee money has to come from other sources.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 months ago in Fiction
The Last Empty Chair
The village café had only six tables. By any reasonable standard, nothing remarkable had ever happened there. No famous visitor had stopped for coffee. No dramatic declaration of love had echoed beneath its yellowed ceiling. No history book would ever mention the place.
By Alain SUPPINI4 months ago in Fiction
UNDETECTABLE
Some nights she found herself staring into the darkness, wondering whether she should spend the rest of her life seducing and infecting every man who crossed her path, convincing herself for fleeting moments that if the world had stolen her future, then perhaps the world deserved to lose something too—until the horror of that thought left her trembling in tears at the person pain was turning her into.....
By Violet Hamilton4 months ago in Fiction
T H I R S T. Top Story - July 2026.
She sits there, like a loaded gun. Inanimate and without feeling, brought to life only by desire. Mine. Beaded cells of perspiration form and simultaneously carve their way through us as the river does the mountain. Her sweat, like my own, pools beneath her.
By Dean F. Hardy4 months ago in Fiction
Neverland Lost
Their parents had locked the windows that night and insisted that the two boys sleep in Jane’s room. Jane and Joseph, being twelve and ten years old respectively, had protested profusely, but four-year-old Barry thought it was a great adventure to have a sleepover with his older sister. Their parents had told them it was happening, and that was that. Lady, their pit bull, was allowed to sleep with them as well.
By Stephanie Hoogstad4 months ago in Fiction
Oblivion: three
Having rearranged various appointments and assured my features editor I would later file the articles that she was expecting from me, I headed to the bank. Fortunately there was nothing I needed to submit to the news editor. Why I was taking such trouble over all of this? I really did not know. Perhaps it was just the investigative journalist in me.
By Raymond G Taylor4 months ago in Fiction
