Short Story
The Pink Couch
I remember the first time I saw that pink couch. I was in Goodwill with Ellen. She was wandering around the men’s section, looking for a black leather jacket in the middle of summer, as she did. I saw her black hair bobbing up and down through the aisles across the store, and every now and then, she’d lift a piece of clothing up high in the air in the hopes it would reach my sightline for approval. Most of the time, I shook my head no. It was hard to get lucky in the Goodwill.
Madi ScruggsPublished 13 minutes ago in FictionSoy Milk
The man and the child face each other down in the middle of the kitchen. It’s late. The child is clutching a crochet blanket to his chest. The man has work in the morning.
Von Draconia
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Before, dragons had roamed the stars, slinking their long tails around celestial planets and galaxies. Comets were said to have emerged from a dragon’s mighty roar, pulverizing rock planets and transforming them into miraculous gas giants. They left swirls of star dust in their wake, creating entangling constellations in the night sky.
annika la vinaPublished about an hour ago in Fiction
"The Horde of Jih'Callas"
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. But one now certainly occupied the Sunset Spire, the peak that stood like a silent sentinel at the distant end of the Valley. The drake erupted from the entrance every few suns, skirted the tops of the vast forest that spread out across the lands, then returned with a beast or two for its dinner.
David WhitePublished about 2 hours ago in FictionSoul
I remember them. I remember the night that I came face to face with the single most horrifyingly interesting entity anyone will ever get to meet. I didn’t mean to. In fact, I wasn’t supposed to. Had they not appeared on that fateful night, I’m not sure I would have ever gotten the chance again.
Ruth JacksonPublished about 2 hours ago in Fiction
Paper Boat
I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’m so sorry.” He knew no one could hear him. But he said the words anyway. Ryder stood on the shore, facing the water. The coming wave was not visible, not yet. But he could feel it. And there was no way he could stop it.
Melinda WagnerPublished about 3 hours ago in Fiction
Knights in Shining Armor
I’ve never understood why women my age gawk, drool, and scream about ‘knights in shining armor’ with their pristine white steeds. What, to them, is the appeal of a sweaty, grunting man who parades around in a flashy, (yet oh so clunky) ironclad uniform. I mean really, doesn’t that seem the slightest bit impractical to you? In the heat of the moment that is battle, how would you run? That’s another thing— I don’t find foolishness attractive either. A man who’s willing to run straight into a fray he knows he cannot survive to ‘impress the young maiden’… that seems more stressful than striking. I don’t need that in my life.
Wandering_DreamsPublished about 6 hours ago in Fiction
When the World Ended
[1] It was the end of the world, and I was bored. It shouldn’t be like this I thought. I mean, if you think about the end of the world, like you have only a day or two left before everything finishes, then you should really be doing loads of mad stuff. Like breaking into the fairground and going on the rides for free or stealing expensive stuff from the shops or going up to that girl in your class that you’ve always fancied and saying, “Hey, what about it? After all, we’ve not got long left, so if not with me now, then maybe you’ll never do it.”
Matt PointonPublished about 6 hours ago in FictionAdriana
July 15th 2201 hours They hadn’t talked to me all week. I have no idea what I did wrong or have said. The flatmates just wouldn’t interact with me. I haven’t had my period so I haven’t been Miss Princess yet. I tried to talk to Savannah a few nights ago and she just ignored me. Bridget did the same. Even Matt, Bridget’s on and off again boyfriend had the nerve to fob me off. So, for the remainder of the week, I did too. Tonight, was something.
Jerome Smith-PulaPublished about 6 hours ago in Fiction
Grief Comes in Two Parts
1 “Grief comes in two parts,” he said while tracing the edge of her index finger. They laid together in bed, her head on his shoulder, legs entwined, hands’ fingertips meeting. He always did this, trailing her hand with his own, leaving behind a map of his fingerprints on her skin.
Lucy HerreroPublished about 21 hours ago in Fiction
The Siege: Iron Wolves
The Siege: Iron Wolves Chapter One With artillery falling across the city, Allied soldiers stuck to cover as enemy warplane strafed the streets, killing anyone caught in the open. Like rats, the city inhabitants and soldiers moved thru the tunnels and sewers. Trapped in the besieged city were hundreds of civilians who became trapped when the enemy encircled the city, cutting off all escape routes, including supplies and power. With their will to fight still intact, the remaining Allied soldiers mustered up every possible mean and weapon to combat the enemy to get the hundreds of civilians out. In a subway station, converted to a hanger, engineers and mechanic personal, tended to the M55’s. [ M55 – American made Vertical Tank] Knowing that the M55s would be their ticket to breaking the enemy lines, the Allies keep them in reserve, hidden out of sight of the enemy air strikes. The hangers were also well guard, since it believed that enemy spies were within the city.
LandWarriorIIPublished about 24 hours ago in Fiction
Danger Zone
The suits that cover us clench at my flesh, yet the pressure of the world around us, submerged in beauty, is nonexistent. The rays of the sun pierce the ocean’s sky and as we fly through the drowned city, the rush of adrenaline surges through my veins.
Jay LawsonPublished a day ago in Fiction
