Short Story
Human and the Cosmos
Human and the Cosmos Faramarz Parsa Time moved steadily forward, and humanity—its feet chained to time—never ceased striving to build. Not merely to live, but to create something beyond life; something through which it could see God and uncover the secrets of the universe.
By Ebrahim Parsa6 months ago in Fiction
LHS Class of 01 Reunion '21
Joan, remembering the campus cafeteria’s infamous pizza nights, added, “Don’t forget the comfort foods—maybe a nostalgic ‘pizza and soda’ station for the younger crowd who remembers those late‑night study sessions.” Megan, always mindful of inclusivity, reminded them to consider vegetarian, vegan, and gluten‑free options, proposing a “food‑style” approach where several stations offered varied cuisines, from Mediterranean mezze to classic Southern barbecue, ensuring everyone could find something they enjoyed. Valerie, drawing on her recent research, offered to circulate a short pre‑event survey to gauge dietary preferences, promising to compile the data into a concise report that the catering team could use to tailor their menu. The conversation flowed from one gastronomic idea to another, weaving in considerations for sustainable sourcing, budget constraints, and the potential for a signature cocktail named after their graduating year, a playful nod that would likely become a conversation starter at the event.
By Forest Green6 months ago in Fiction
LHS Class of 01 Reunion '21
Megan, feeling the momentum building, pivoted the conversation toward the most important missing piece: inviting Valerie, the quiet but ever‑present member of their trio who had drifted away after graduation. “Valerie’s been the glue that kept us connected through the group chat,” Megan said, her tone both apologetic and hopeful, “and I think we owe it to her to make sure she’s the first person we bring into the fold for the reunion plans.” She typed a quick message into the Zoom chat, asking the others if they agreed to send a personal video invitation, rather than a generic email, to convey the sincerity of their intentions. Joan immediately answered, “Absolutely—she’ll appreciate a face‑to‑face invite, even if it’s virtual.” Emily, already pulling up a draft of a short, heart‑warming clip, added, “I’ll record a quick ‘Welcome to the Reunion Planning Committee’ video, and we can splice in some of our old yearbook photos for a nostalgic touch.” The trio’s unanimous agreement sparked a brief moment of collective anticipation, as they imagined Valerie’s reaction to seeing her three best friends rallying together on screen.
By Forest Green6 months ago in Fiction
Toy Story Dog
In a quiet neighborhood, behind a house filled with broken toys and scattered memories, lived a fierce dog named Scud. People saw him as dangerous—always barking, always chasing, always angry. Children avoided the yard, and even adults kept their distance. To them, Scud was nothing more than a guard dog with sharp teeth and a wild temper.
By hamad khan6 months ago in Fiction
Midnight Bus
The bus doors opened with a long metallic sigh, even though no one had pressed the stop button. For a moment, I stood on the empty sidewalk wondering if I had imagined it. The streetlights flickered softly above me, and the road stretched into darkness like an unanswered question. I had been waiting for nearly thirty minutes, and the city around me had already fallen asleep.
By Vocal Member 6 months ago in Fiction
Bahlool and the Price of a Smell
Bahlool and the Price of a Smell Old Baghdad was a city of many sights and even more smells. On a particularly hot and dusty afternoon, a poor Arab beggar arrived in the city after a long journey across the desert. He was tired, his clothes were covered in sand, and his stomach was growling with hunger. However, his pockets were completely empty. He didn't have a single coin to buy even the smallest piece of fruit.
By Amir Husen6 months ago in Fiction
Crier. Top Story - April 2026.
“Hear ye, hear ye…!” He really went all out this time. I mean, no one expected Albert to wear the full outfit that early into the celebrations. It was six in the morning, and he was right in the dead center of Antonville, right underneath the bunting and the flags, standing by the statue of the town founder (not important right now, but you know the place is called Antonville, so…), and he did not even have a microphone or bullhorn. But I heard him. He was right by my café and I had just gotten up to make the coffee for the day. Not that I did not expect to see him out there, but it was a real shock to hear it at first.
By Kendall Defoe 6 months ago in Fiction
I Like You
The metal bleachers of the football field were so cold, it made Regan shiver as it creeped in through her jeans. It was Friday night, and the stadium lights cast long shadows of the goalposts across the turf. She was sitting on the highest row, her fingers digging into the straps of her backpack. Inside the bag was a heavy glass jar of paint. The weight was the only thing that was bringing Regan any kind of comfort.
By Sara Wilson6 months ago in Fiction
You Make Your bed
Matthew is sleeping is his bed when he is suddenly awakened by a rock being thrown at his bedroom window. “What the heck is that?” He said to himself as he was rousted from his sleep. “Matthew! Matthew! Get up fool!” A voice called down to him from the other side of his bedroom window. Matthew climbed out of his messy bed and went to the bedroom window to investigate.
By Joe Patterson6 months ago in Fiction
YNs
1996 When pavements got hot in the summer time, that called for drivers to drop tops and crank up AC units in their four wheeled stallions. Twenty-four-year-old Gregorian Vault leaned back in his seat into the “ghost position.” If you rolled up beside him, it would appear as if no one drove the car with his seat reclined at such an extreme angle. He looked lanky and light skinned. He sported three hundred and sixty degree waves.
By Skyler Saunders6 months ago in Fiction
