Short Story
Til Death Do Us . Content Warning.
I’ve been dead for two weeks but refuse to move on into the light. I’ve got to wait for Jim to join me. Hopefully, it won’t be too long; I don’t know how long I can stand to hang around and watch him mope. The poor man, I knew he would have a hard time without me if I died before him, but I didn’t realize he would burn water and ruin my best pots and pans.
By Mother Combs (Sharon)3 years ago in Fiction
Bless Her Heart
You can fall in love with a rich boy as easy as a poor one. That’s what Mother always said. Even so, she married a poor city boy and began a life of blue-collar poverty, ending up with a houseful the likes of us. She shared plenty of motherisms she said I needed to hear growing up: “Boys don’t like girls smarter than them” and “Become a nurse—America needs more nurses.” Never missed a chance to outwit my dad. Never became a nurse either. Since she hadn’t followed her own advice about anything, I didn’t feel inclined to myself. I’d soon learn that preconceptions, hers and mine, about boys, rich and poor, were as useful as cauliflower in your pole corn.
By Gale Martin3 years ago in Fiction
Veronica Ganz (Retold)
New York. Early 1940s. Many of the kids in there preferred to play indoors, since they are afraid of what was outside that could catch them. No, it wasn't any stranger or a mad dog or something. Worse than that, it was the child who put fear on everyone else around the block.
By Kylecovey Smith3 years ago in Fiction
Shapeshifter's Enigma
Prologue: In the small town of Crestwood, nestled deep within the dense forests of Oregon, a series of bizarre incidents has left the residents on edge. Unexplained disappearances, strange sightings, and an eerie sense of foreboding have gripped the community. Unbeknownst to them, an extraterrestrial being, shapeless and enigmatic, has arrived, ready to unravel the secrets of humanity.
By Josie Ponce3 years ago in Fiction
Lost in Thought At the Park. Content Warning.
I am not really sure how long I had been sitting there, just staring at the passerbys and the people enjoying themselves at the park. It was not uncommon for me to lose track of time on these "days off" I took from time to time.
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Fiction
