Series
They Come in 3s: Part 1
She came to me on the first day at this lovely seaside town. I was on the pier, admiring the sunset, when a porpoise shot out of the water and turned to purposely and porpoisely exhale a plume of water at me. It was a miracle, this roguish act of nature.
By Gerard DiLeo3 years ago in Fiction
Clip Clop. Top Story - January 2024.
In the old days, it was different. Whether you had a horse or not, and whether you liked them or not... If you heard clip-clop on the street, some inner child prompted you to go to the window. You'd look out with some small satisfaction.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
Arguments
"Anyone can start an argument in the house, but only Mother has the power to stop it and resolve it." My name is Ishaan. After college, I immediately joined a company. My parents, especially Nanna (my father), were very happy, but I always wanted a normal life. So, I quit my job after two years and decided to start a business in my hometown so that I could stay with my parents and take care of them.
By Arjun Sahasya3 years ago in Fiction
Days of Future Past
For this Story-a-Day, January 22, 2024, I wrote it (will write?) on January 23, which on January 22, is (was?) the future. I had hit writer's block. I was empty. And I was frantic. I had been doing so well. But a story a day is a bit of a challenge (hence, it being a challenge). So, here I am, on the 23 day of the challenge, writing for the 22nd. As if I really did. Who can I fool with this slight-of-hand cardshuffling anyway? Here goes... and remember, it's today, not yesterday, written tomorrow as if it were now, back then. Whoo, I'm a bit dizzy.
By Gerard DiLeo3 years ago in Fiction
Law School Murders: Definitely a Relief. Content Warning.
Each of the caskets were lined up in the memorial hall. The capacity was 1500 people. There must’ve been 2500 people outside the Newark, Delaware premises. Young women wept and held hands. Songs and praise dancing all became part of the way that the fraternity brothers were sent out of this place to the grave.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
One Line Says It All (All the World's a Stage)
January 21 being "National One-Liners Day" amused him, because the one-liner was a unique construct. He recognized it shared something with poetry, packing into so few words entire treatises — entire expositions. It wasn't some aphorism with just a beginning, middle, and end. One-liners are deceptive in that they're not really linear. Pithy wisdom is a tessaract in the human mind.
By Gerard DiLeo3 years ago in Fiction
Preacher's Daughter
Prologue June 16, Five Years Ago N/E Philadelphia It was Rachael Collins’16th birthday and she stood inside her bedroom staring at the image in the mirror. At this point in her life, a thing of beauty she was not, she was all pimply faced with thick braces and short-cropped blonde hair. She wore blue jeans, sneakers, and a superhero tee-shirt with a stylized superhero emblem on it she had borrowed from her best friend Clark who lived next door to her and meant to give the shirt back to him, but she liked it so much she had forgotten about it. At a quick glance, a stranger would mistake her for a boy, even though that was not her intent, not really.
By Timothy E Jones3 years ago in Fiction
World in Tatters Ch. 21
Once Bertrand is out of sight, I cross the clearing and head off to find Alice. She didn’t go too far. I find her sitting against the trunk of a large tree uprooted by last night’s storm. Looks like she’s been crying, but she’s stopped now. She pulls her knees up to her chest, resting her chin atop.
By Kevin Barkman3 years ago in Fiction
