Short Story
Tiptoeing
Dressed in her finest, Daphne silently agreed to play along in this ridiculous facade. But, if anyone could pretend that everything was okay, it was Daphne. After all , she had already successfully fooled everyone for years, making them believe she had the perfect life.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden7 months ago in Fiction
Out of the loop
I couldn't let my nerves win, This big opportunity just landed out my front door and I would not let it pass without a solid effort. I held onto my portfolio and stepped into the small dilapidated building that had "Tattoo Artist Wanted" crudely written across its windows in decorative holiday paint.
By Mollie Harrison7 months ago in Fiction
Serve and Protect
Serve and protect, serve and protect. Uphold the law, for the good of law-abiding citizens. I wear my badge with pride. I wear my badge with honour. Protect and serve. That's what I signed up for. I stalk these streets, keeping the peace. Ensuring that the good people are safe from the riffraff that is becoming more of a problem with every day that passes.
By Paul Stewart7 months ago in Fiction
Weekend Adventures. Honorable Mention in Everyone Is Acting Normally Challenge.
"Here you go, and here's your library card. Would you like a bag?" "Yes, please. Do you have one with handles? He'll be able to carry it better with handles. He likes to carry the books he picks out, don't you Zach?"
By Judey Kalchik 7 months ago in Fiction
Anthony
Sun split the cloudless sky like the eye of a great giant, peering down on Lena as she made her way, slowly but surely, from the car to the front door. The cute sandstone cottage glowed in the late spring afternoon, the flowers were riotous, and the air had that soft edge that said warmer days were coming, but it felt like a picture. This day could not exist, not like this. Not here.
By S. A. Crawford7 months ago in Fiction
Silken Chains. Top Story - March 2026.
Silhouettes of the female form were given flesh and bone. Silken skin glistened under the spotlight. Dry ice rose around our Icons as they danced atop their podiums in the Square. Heralded for their beauty, their movements were slight, powerful, and sensual.
By Paul Stewart7 months ago in Fiction






