Short Story
The Imperfect Day. Top Story - February 2024.
The volume on the TV can never be left on an odd number; always even. Doors have to be fully shut or wide open, and the blinds have to be down below past the window seal, but not quite sitting on the radiator. Everything has to be a certain way, if not–chaos. When the routine breaks, it’s as if I break. Every piece of me becomes riddled with anxiety accompanied by the pain of uncertainty; a loss of control beyond my reach.
By Rosie J. Sargent3 years ago in Fiction
Black Future
Hi Elijah King is a 1o year old boy getting off the bus from elementary school. As he walks into his house he has a big smile on his face because of what he learned today in class at school. “I can’t wait to write this letter” he thought. “I’m gonna save it and give it to my kids one day in the future.” Elijah sits down at the desk in his bedroom and pulls out his notepad. “Here goes nothing.” He starts as he begins to write.
By Joe Patterson3 years ago in Fiction
Lucky Quarter
My life started as a blank. No, not just a blank memory, a coin blank. My earliest memory is a vague blur of sliding along a conveyor belt with hundreds of other blank metal discs just like me. We were carried into a furnace, a stifling red-hot box with no way out. The temperature climbed higher and higher until - Just when I thought I would melt, I was free!
By Morgan Rhianna Bland3 years ago in Fiction
Taken
I've seen thousands of faces come and go on this ship. I've heard the chorus of sobs, tears, screams, and wails as they create their own macabre melody. So many beautiful youthful faces broken to darkness, as if they knew they were all in their final hour. It’s cold and lonesome in this dark corner as I drown in a vat of penitence that comes from just being a hapless toy. Oh, how I long to go home.
By Kenneth cruz3 years ago in Fiction
