Short Story
The Persistence of Elpis
Everything disastrous in that household had been Epimetheus's idea, and Myrto had worked for the family long enough to know that when the master of the house said something like it's perfectly safe, just don't open it, the correct response was to begin mentally cataloguing which of your personal belongings could be easily replaced.
By Tim Carmichael7 months ago in Fiction
The Letters of Deceit
This is a story I wrote in about 30 minutes (on paper) for my writing group last week. The task was to use three ‘exercise sticks’ to create a short story - we just picked one from each category and went with it. It took me a minute to figure out how to connect them, I think it came across how I wanted it to. Here’s my sentences:
By Maddy Haywood7 months ago in Fiction
Between the 7 and 8
The discrepancy begins with the number seven. Calder notices it at 6:59 a.m., though later he will doubt the accuracy of that recollection, because certainty requires numerical trust, and numerical trust is precisely what has begun to erode.
By shallon gregerson7 months ago in Fiction
The Sweetness of Cinnamon
In the earliest days, before the rivers learned their names and before the moon chose her shape, the world was held together by flavors. Every emotion had a taste, every truth a scent, every secret a spice. Among them all, cinnamon was the most powerful. It carried warmth, memory, longing, and the ache of things both lost and found. It was said that cinnamon could soften the hardest heart, awaken the oldest grief, and call the wandering soul back to itself.
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior7 months ago in Fiction
The Covenant of the Unspoken
The world had been waiting for the old men to break long before anyone admitted it. Their unraveling felt less like a collapse and more like a tide returning to a shore that had forgotten the moon. People said it began suddenly, but that was only because they had not been paying attention. The truth was simpler: the seams had been thinning for years. The weight had been accumulating for decades. And the men themselves had been carrying a burden older than their own bones.
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior7 months ago in Fiction
The Silent Love of the Forest
Deep between green mountains lay a vast and peaceful forest where life moved in harmony with nature. Every morning, golden sunlight slipped gently through the leaves, painting patterns upon the soft earth. Birds filled the air with melodies, and a clear river flowed through the forest like a silver ribbon, carrying stories of time itself.
By hamad khan7 months ago in Fiction
Observed
Another Saturday night and I ain’t got nobody… He was thinking of the same damn song every weekend now. The quarantine and the curfew were things he could get used to; there was a bit of luck in having a condo in the downtown core. At least it was in a part of town without his company's handiwork. It was a perfect example of cinema right in front of him (Hitchcock be damned), all silent and distant. So, he thought, I just needed to add a song.
By Kendall Defoe 7 months ago in Fiction
