Short Story
Sixty for Sixty . Content Warning.
The stage lights spear my eyes as the platform rises. The sea of faces cheer, jeer, heckle, and chant. Across the way, I hear the whir and groaning gears of the opposite platform like some rising beast. Then I see him. The disheveled man across from me has a bleak emptiness in his eyes.
By Kenneth cruz3 years ago in Fiction
The Digital Abyss
stark contrast to the vibrant chaos that used to be Kwame's life. It hadn't always been this way. Just a year ago, Kwame was a hurricane of energy. Football in the dusty streets, laughter echoing through the buzzing market with his mother, nights spent sprawled on the living room floor devouring well-worn storybooks with his sister Ama.
By Christabel Appiah kusi3 years ago in Fiction
The Finish Line
It was going to be a photo finish. 60 seconds to go. Dan Johnson and Dave O'Brien turned on the last leg of the race at the exact same time. They have been side by side the entire race. While still running, they both took their eyes off of the track only for a second, to look each other in the eyes. Dan smiled as he pulled slightly ahead of Dave. Dave, running on the outermost lane of the track, had to put forth a little more effort but he caught up with Dan. They were running neck and neck. Dave tried, but he could not pull ahead of Dan. He was not willing to settle for a tie.
By David E. Perry3 years ago in Fiction
Descent. Top Story - April 2024.
“60 seconds.” Aris tightened her grip on the overhead handhold. The troop transport shook like a leaf in a windstorm as it battled through the atmosphere. Dim lights flickered on and off as the ship’s systems were battered by pelting rain and narrowly dodged blasts from laser cannons on the surface of the planet.
By M. A. Mehan 3 years ago in Fiction
Kiss Me When the Skies Turn Orange. Top Story - April 2024.
A/N: Thank you so much for the Top Story pick and all your lovely comments! I take a seat next to Martha on our patio, handing her an empty wineglass. I pour the most expensive Bordeaux we have into hers and mine. We're both in our best dresses. She has on a sparkling violet ball gown, the chiffon creating a poufy mess around her legs. I'm wearing my best gold wrap-around dress. We don't bother with shoes. What's a skeleton going to do with shoes?
By CT Idlehouse3 years ago in Fiction
Twisted Tale - Jack and The Beanstalk
Jack had again climbed the beanstalk and talked the Giant’s wife into feeding him. While eating the bread and milk she gave him, he heard the Giant coming and hid. The Giant yelled out “Fee-fi-fo-fum, I smell the blood of an Englishman. Be he alive, or be he dead, I’ll grind his bones to make my bread!”
By Andrea Corwin 3 years ago in Fiction
my "near-death experience" at local café. Content Warning.
On March 23rd, I had a "near-death experience" at a coffee shop. Café Grumpy, in Brooklyn, New York, at the corner of Diamond Street and Meserole Avenue -- I was there with my wife and four-year-old son.
By ANTICHRIST SUPERSTAR3 years ago in Fiction
