Short Story
From (way) behind the wheel. Top Story - June 2024.
Driving, ever since I was 16, or maybe even earlier, when I started talking about wanting to take driving lessons. Always driving, mostly in a hurry, often lost, sometimes with others in the car, but always driving.
By Sandra Tena2 years ago in Fiction
Shooting Stars & UFOs
My empty water glass glowed red in the light of the clock radio, which read 3:12 am. After multiple trips to the bathroom and three hours of staring at the ceiling, I was still awake. Blurred thoughts scurried through my mind at a pace that would not allow me to grasp a complete understanding . I could get the gist of them though: tomorrow, I would see my father for the first time in six years and I was worried.
By Dani McGaw2 years ago in Fiction
The Hat Man
It had happened again. It was to be expected, at this point. During the civilized hours of daylight, he almost convinced himself that he was used to it. Something that simply happens every night and must be coped with, just as someone might have to cope with a limp from a car accident with a cane or someone who is lactose intolerant avoids milk.
By Sean Elliott2 years ago in Fiction
Shades of Beige
I just wanted some cookies to go with my morning coffee. And Jason made such a big deal about the staff snacks that one of the office staff had brought in this morning, so I figured I might as well check it out. I had work to do though. I was going to sneak in, grab a couple cookies and head back to my desk.
By Dani McGaw2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Leaf of Autumn: Hope Blooms in the Face of Loss
The Last Leaf of Autumn Eudora's boots scrunched against the dry leaves as she walked through the orchard, the sound echoing through the stillness of the evening. The sun was setting behind the rolling hills, casting a warm orange glow over the trees. The air was crisp with the scent of ripe apples and damp earth, and Eudora breathed it in deep down, feeling the tension in her shoulders ease.
By Kingsley Gomes, PhD.2 years ago in Fiction
The Girl Nextdoor
I was never particularly interested in girls as a boy. It wasn't that I had anything against them, but I just didn't feel the same spark that my friends were experiencing. They'd often joke that there must be something wrong with me, but I would laugh it off, undisturbed by their childish beliefs. My lack of interest continued as I got admission into the university, where, despite my indifference, I somehow managed to attract a good number of attention from the girls. Many of them tried to get close to me, while some went as far as confessing their feelings outrightly. This only made things worse with my male friends, especially when their crushes turned their affections toward me instead. I became a target of their resentment, even though I was never interested in their girls. It sometimes got me worried. I focused on my studies, trying to ignore the drama that was swirling around me.
By Oluwatosin Tade2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Banana Split
The Last Banana Split D. A. Ratliff My grandmother’s voice echoed as I raced on foot, chasing a car thief along a residential sidewalk. Gram told me to be thankful for something each day. In her honor, I gave thanks that this was a cool February morning in New Orleans and not a hot, humid July morning and kept running.
By D. A. Ratliff2 years ago in Fiction
