Short Story
When Coffee Time Come
“Miss Bailey,” a voice called, accompanied by a tap-tap-tapping on our gate. “Miss Bailey! Please come. Mr. Morris dead.” I recognized the voice. It belonged to Miss Morris who lived just up the hill from us. She was an old woman; much older than my mother. Mr. Morris had been even older. As far I knew he’d always been old. Now, presumably, he was dead. I heard my mother scurrying about in the kitchen and then out the door. Standing on my bed, I looked through the open slat windows toward our gate. There was Miss Morris, wringing her hands in her apron, waiting as my mother hurried to her.
By Randy Baker3 years ago in Fiction
Lost and Found
The ground beneath me is cold and damp. I can feel it seeping through my fractured spine as I rest sprawled out and open. The rain pattering against worn leather, the delicate fingers of the ink soaking up the rain, I wait in utter despair to feel the sun upon my face. This was not the fate I had imagined, to be discarded.
By E.N. Gussler3 years ago in Fiction
Shadows of Redemption
Once upon a time in the quiet town of Ravenswood, there lived a boy named Oliver. His eyes, once filled with the innocence of childhood, now reflected the shadows of a traumatic past. The townsfolk whispered about the tragedy that had befallen his family, a tale that sent shivers down their spines.
By joseph woko3 years ago in Fiction
We Were. Top Story - January 2024.
Two hours later, the space between the frantic crying of my human and the ringing of silence collide to taunt me. As I lie motionless in this crevice I barely even know myself anymore. One thing I am certain of is my memory is much more acute than that of my human, for I recall in vivid detail how I ended up here, while she on the other hand, has not one inclination of where I can be found. The wonder if ever to be found, has come up several times, but I have always been more of an optimist so I do not dwell long on this thought.
By Pōlani Monderen 3 years ago in Fiction
The Hunger of the Mountain
Achak was freezing. The harsh winter wind cut through his bearskin coat and chilled him to the bone. He’d hoped that he could stay in Camp Davis for a while, but the news there was just as dire. An entire supply caravan from New York City had failed to make it to the outpost nestled here near the borders.
By Jacob Peyton3 years ago in Fiction
The Hand. Runner-Up in Misplaced Challenge.
The first moments of the hand's awareness were pain. First, something hot and bright sliced into its wrist, like a suicide attempt in earnest. The pain deepened as the twin bones beneath the wrist joint were shorn through, punctuated by crunches the hand felt to the tips of its fingers.
By Kyle Hulbert3 years ago in Fiction
Cold Blooded
Was having a horde of snakes too out of the ordinary for an otherwise perfectly average woman? Beatrix often wondered this whenever she looked at the huge terrarium full of serpents. Her girlfriend had tucked it into a corner where it received all the light the snakes inside needed, but where it was also so out of the way that, despite its size, she often forgot that it was there. The only time it really caught her eye was in the morning; Beatrix was an elementary teacher, and woke up at an absurdly early time that was so instilled that she did so even on the weekend. The first thing she woke up to see was her girlfriend’s still slumbering face, and she’d lay there and admire how serene she looked in sleep. Lucie was always so tense when awake, she was never really relaxed. Beatrix would often playfully offer to give her a back rub, and come away worried over how many new knots had popped up.
By Kenneth Donovan II3 years ago in Fiction
Loads of Love
One trip to the laundromat ultimately changed the trajectory of Nate’s life as he knew it. On a stormy November morning, Nate and his friends, Seth and Ben, went to the laundromat for a smoke session. They’d been to this laundromat to smoke regularly, so whenever they went, it was always at the same time–when they knew nobody would be there. After quietly entering the laundromat, they huddle in a corner and spark up a joint. They passed it around, laughing and murmuring when suddenly they heard a noise. They all look through the window to see a young woman approaching. Seth and Ben start to panic and run out of the laundromat, leaving Nate there alone with the weed. He was sweating and shaking as the young woman entered the laundromat. Her skin was spotless and smooth, she had long, dark hair and long eyelashes, and she was wearing sweatpants and an oversized hoodie.
By zoe frenchman3 years ago in Fiction
