Short Story

Greenbacks to Go. Content Warning.
I was in the mood for pie, when I realized I had no dough to buy or make it. Nevertheless, I made my way to Midge's, a little joint just under the L off 86th street. It was starting to turn into a rainy day, and the breakfast crowd had all but cleared out. A booth at the end had an ambiance that meshed with mine. It called out to me for a seat, and I took it up on its offer, a purposeful change from the lonely counters I was used to.
By Bethany Yoder2 years ago in Fiction
#10 The brown purse
Hong Kong Convention and Exhibition center is an opera looking building on a pimple of the island. You can easily find it and easily get lost inside. The main hall at all times is guarded by uniformed people with devices checking the badges. There’s no way around them. A woman in desperate need of money and things, anything really, is sniffing around trying to find a way in. She waits at the first entrance until the guards are distracted - no luck. The second one is another 15 minutes. The third one the guards are changing shifts just at the same time when a big group comes and she sneaks in undetected. Inside there are huge screens and bright stands, everything is shouting and singing. Everything is inviting to drown into the content. It takes strength to remember her mission. She wanders between the stands pretending to search for someone, many people around, all are busy. She is standing and watching some love series trailer in Mandarin that she understands remotely. Now she often hears it in her native HK though in her school years it was less common than Portuguese. A loud noise interrupts people at the table near to where she is standing. This noise apparently is produced by her stomach. She can’t remember when she ate. Some cold dumplings yesterday or was it the day before. A half eaten croissant is laying on the table, she grabs it. She’s chewing it too fast and it makes the sound even worse. At least now she can focus. She methodologically walks through stands and takes what she can, a gift bag on Taiwan stand, then the sweets from Thailand reception, a big exhibition magazin in hand to cover whatever underneath it. At one stand there’s a coat on the chair and a laptop. She checks the pockets and finds 400 HK dollars - that's more than she made last week. An angry woman at her dorm was right - this place is full of careless foreigners. The laptop she could take, but doesn’t know where to sell it or even how to charge. Walking along the rows of fancy stands and fancy people she starts to be extremely aware of her own clothes: old jeans and an even older sweatshirt that used to be purple and after a thousand washing became dusty lilac. All the nice clothes, shirts and sweaters that she got from her ma’am she had to trade during Covid for food or rent.
By Lika A2 years ago in Fiction
What Happens in Vegas...
Alexandra sipped her mocktail. The bartender made it look just like the real thing without any questions, and she appreciated that. Thank God her morning sickness blended in seamlessly with the rest of the hungover cadre.
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Fiction
Waiter.
- Hey Ms, you...you, what a belle you are - Oh, haha that is kind of you. Though our encounter ends here. - No, no wait! I foreguess this is the beginning for most of the stories, however I believed that "Our's" will be unlike most others. Untill then, it was oblivious that how a stranger is able to alter our life truthfully. Remembering what a juvenile and with a lack of sophistication, regardless of how a winsome lassie was I, living in a fairy tale. That day I perceived in the same way as I met miene luteomas, who will always be there for me. I was fervently looking for a good essence of manifestation and foundation of being, a life. And yes...lone "I was" hoping, thinking we both did.
By Unkoo Molly2 years ago in Fiction
Kue Pukis from Bandung
Let's delve into the delightful world of "kue pukis" from Bandung, Indonesia. These little treats are a true embodiment of the city's culinary creativity and cultural heritage. So sit back, relax, and prepare to tantalize your taste buds with the story of "kue pukis."
By Wisnu Trilung Waluyo Jati2 years ago in Fiction
The Melody of Us
THe Melody of Us The vintage train rattled alongside the rusty tracks, its whistle a mournful cry echoing through the sizeable vacancy of the Argentinian plains. Inside, nestled in a worn leather-based seat, sat Elena, her weathered hands clutching a battered violin case. Beside her, a younger boy named Mateo, with eyes the color of twilight, tapped his foot rhythmically against the ground.
By Abdul Qayyum2 years ago in Fiction
Just a Minute to Midnight
In the desolate expanse of the post-apocalyptic wasteland, a glimmer of hope flickered to life. It was that time of year again, when survivors from far and wide converged upon a makeshift amphitheater known as "Just a Minute to Midnight." Here, amidst the ruins of a once-grand theater, they sought solace in shared stories and collective dreams, clinging to the remnants of humanity's past.
By Muhammad Sarmad Razzaq2 years ago in Fiction
The Minute Thief
In the quaint village of Everglade, nestled amidst rolling hills and whispering forests, there existed a legend whispered among the townsfolk. It spoke of the enigmatic creature known only as the Minute Thief. This mischievous being roamed the land, invisible to all but those with the keenest eye.
By Muhammad Sarmad Razzaq2 years ago in Fiction
Chronicles of the Fractured Hour
In the heart of the bustling city, where the rhythm of life echoed through cobblestone streets, lay a clandestine chamber known only to a select few: the Timekeeper’s Sanctum. Here, amidst the soft glow of ancient lanterns and the faint scent of parchment, time ceased to be a mere abstraction—it became a palpable force, intricately woven into the very fabric of existence.
By Muhammad Sarmad Razzaq2 years ago in Fiction
The Minute of Truth
In the once-thriving metropolis of New Eden, the iron grip of the oppressive Council of Unity had silenced the voices of dissent. Public gatherings were banned, free speech was a distant memory, and the mere whisper of defiance was punishable by "reeducation." Amidst this suffocating atmosphere, a secret resistance movement, code-named "Just a Minute," emerged, spreading messages of hope and resistance through covert communication channels.
By Muhammad Sarmad Razzaq2 years ago in Fiction
Just a Minute: Redefining Time
Emma Wright had always been a dreamer, her mind buzzing with ideas that danced on the edge of possibility. Fresh out of college, she found herself suffocating in the monotony of the corporate world, yearning for something more, something that would set her soul on fire. It was then, amidst the hustle and bustle of the city, that the seed of an idea took root – an app that would redefine the very fabric of time itself.
By Muhammad Sarmad Razzaq2 years ago in Fiction
Insane Conspiracy Theories That Turned Out to be True. Content Warning.
The Internet age with social media spreading information fast and wide become the platform of what could be called the boom period of conspiracy theories. Yet what might actually be the truth is usually misleading. It is drowned underneath a hill of lies. So, before you fall down the rabbit hole, let's debunk a few myths: Indeed, Micheal Jackson, Elvis Presley and Tupac are deceased. Wayfair also does not have anything to do with human trafficking and the belief that lizard people run the world is baseless. Still, there are some conspiracy theories with the truth as an outcome, and they are the most mind-boggling of all.
By Amine Oubih2 years ago in Fiction