Short Story
Guilty As Charged
The phone rang too early in the morning. No, it was actually 11 am, but he still didn’t care to open his eyes after a drunken night. His head was hurting too much. He fumbled around his nightstand for his phone and finally grabbed it. Ugh, only one percent of the charge left. Forgot to plug it in for the night once again.
By Katya Duft3 years ago in Fiction
Solitude Is Best Served Stuffed
In-person job interviews were a tedious, waste of time, anxiety-filled task. If you wanted me for my resume and were lured by my phone conversing skills, then you should have already made up your mind about accepting me onto your customer service team. It was an at-home work position anyhow. Why would you need me to leave said home?
By Oneg In The Arctic3 years ago in Fiction
Just a mintue. Content Warning.
They say it takes 7 minutes for you to die completely but what happens the minute before the beginning of the end? Today started just like every other day but different at the same time. You know how they say a dog will tell you when it’s time? This was that moment. The moment it was time for me to go. I started thinking about my life and what I accomplished- did I do everything I wanted- I needed?
By Jen Phillips3 years ago in Fiction
Hush
I was flung back against the wall and the door slammed behind me. I was conscious of a rising dread, one that only increased as I looked around. The room was creepily neat and tidy, but it was not clean. Dark stains, brownish, spattered the cement walls and stone floor. The bed against the wall looked clean enough, and it was surprisingly large and soft. For a room that looked singularly like a cell, the bed was out of place.
By ThatOne_Girl3 years ago in Fiction
Deadline
Strange what runs through my mind when the pressure is on. I should be thinking about how many more miles I have left to go and, more importantly, how much time do I have left to get there before my world comes crashing to an end. Instead, I’m thinking about the origin of the word Deadline and how its meaning has changed over the years. I imagine many words can be traced back to their beginnings, but Deadline is particularly special to me right now.
By Mark Gagnon3 years ago in Fiction
Journey to The Edge
The crazy people said there was an Edge. Nobody believed them. I didn't, either. Other expeditions before us had found no such phenomenon. This one planned to go further than ever before. I went mainly to see them proved wrong, to be honest. It was a marvellous opportunity. Finding out there was no Edge, and what there was instead... Well that was exciting information and I wanted to be among those who went out and found it and brought it back.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
