Short Story
Rolling Away The Stone. Runner-Up in What the Myth Gets Wrong Challenge.
Nathan was 100 percent done with Jericho. When he'd left Jerusalem Friday morning, he'd been full of pep and vigor, ready to take his first break of longer than a day since the Lord knew when. The Nathan who lay in his bed at the Right Thyme Inn listening to his neighbors fuck loudly for the second night in a row felt a little differently about things.
By Raistlin Allen7 months ago in Fiction
The Safety Bell
Pity hung from the funeralgoers' faces. They were something out of a nightmarish painting; not sure what to do with their mouths, some pinching them closed, others looked like they were caught mid scream. Most of the women had watering eyes that they tried to avert from meeting Albert’s. For some reason, it made him feel ashamed.
By Nikki Torino Wagner7 months ago in Fiction
LHS Class of 01 The Reunion
Joan stared at the glossy invitation that had arrived two weeks earlier, feeling a familiar flutter in her chest that she hadn’t experienced since senior year. The high school reunion, scheduled for a balmy Saturday night at the old gymnasium-turned-event hall, promised more than just food and music; it promised a reunion of three lifelong friends whose paths had diverged after graduation. As she imagined Emily’s bright laugh and Megan’s quick wit, Joan could almost hear the echo of their hallway jokes reverberating through the corridors of memory. “It’s going to be like stepping back in time,” she whispered to herself while scrolling through old yearbook photos, each snapshot a reminder of late‑night study sessions, prom night drama, and the countless times they had leaned on one another for support. The excitement was palpable, a mix of nostalgia and anticipation that made her heart race a little faster each time she imagined the moment the three of them would finally stand together again under the soft glow of the reunion lights.
By Forest Green7 months ago in Fiction
Good Night, Midas!
You know how the ancient tale goes. Midas gets a wish, is very excited about it. Touches a rose, that turns to gold. Touches a chair, that's now gold as well. Then he tries to eat a piece of chicken and clink, he’s nearly breaking a tooth on a now-24-karat drumstick. We all know this story, it’s the "be careful what you wish for" cautionary tale.
By Jide Okonjo7 months ago in Fiction
The Morning My Reflection Disappeared
I thought it was just another Saturday. Alarm at 7:00 a.m., the tail end of some weird dream I’d already forgotten, and that familiar battle between “I could sleep more” and “I’ll hate Monday if I do.” I stuck to the plan, got up, stretched, and let the sunlight hit my face like it always does on weekends.
By abualyaanart7 months ago in Fiction
