Short Story
Corona Ruined My Life
Corona Ruined My Life. True Story I published this a while ago on here. This is my repost. I had never publicly written anything and submitted it. There it was, my thoughts and feelings on my iPad screen. I felt like a proper writer, yes, me.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Fiction
Captain Michael and the Horn of Logan
“I am King David the Magnificent. The Great and Powerful. Ruler over all that is in front of me, all that is behind me. All that is to the north, south, east, and west of me. Why have you come before my great presence? Make your request now. If it sounds pleasant to my ears, I might consider granting you your request. If not, you will be fed to the lions.”
By David E. Perry8 months ago in Fiction
I Learned Too Late That Love Needs Translation
Not the kind you can fix with dictionaries or subtitles. Ours was deeper than that. It lived in tone, timing, and the spaces between words. I didn’t realize it at first. Love, in the beginning, feels universal. You assume feeling is enough.
By Salman Writes8 months ago in Fiction
The Adventurous Button Thief
Bodkin, the button thief, had known a comfortable, solitary life since she settled in the walls and empty spaces surrounding the Spindle Glow Crossing general store some years ago. The store seemed new then, with sawdust in the eaves, and sticky tar still oozing through some of the roof slats, all long gone now. The Tranquil Forest is infiltrated with fairies and all manner of oddkins, with a font to their realm allowing free travel between the two.
By K.B. Silver 8 months ago in Fiction
The Smoking Girl. Content Warning.
Part 1 My intentions have always been good. Suddenly something happened that made me start doing things I wouldn’t ever do. Like, I took up smoking again after ten years. This is awful. Why do I do this shit? I know it’s no good for me. I take a long drag off my cigarette. I am so pissed. Smoking helps; I guess. I have put with this for far too long. The cool Fall air feels good as I take another hit. I glance over at the empty bottle of wine leaning against my denim-covered thigh.
By Meredith McLarty8 months ago in Fiction
The Rally Between Waking and Dream
The Court at Dusk The court appeared where evening usually hides its quiet miracles—behind the old park, past the trees that whispered to each other like elders. The young man arrived with a single tennis ball in his pocket, not even a racket, as if he already knew this would not be a game governed by rules. The sky was bruised purple and gold, and the net sagged like a tired smile. He had come to think, to escape the noise of days that asked too much and gave too little.
By LUNA EDITH8 months ago in Fiction
Untitled
A dark shadow covers the silent, stone-hot city. My boyfriend just kicked me out in the middle of the night with all my belongings. I take a few steps down the urine-stinking street and collapse onto a bench. With nowhere to go, I still sit here, waiting.
By Anastasia Tsarkova8 months ago in Fiction
Doing the Right Thing Poorly. Winner in Mismatch Challenge. Content Warning.
Get tae fuck outta mah face. That’s what ah said tae him. Ah suppose yer probably wondering why ah’m writing this. Well, without sounding all philosophical and all that pish — why does anyone dae anything? Anyone write anything?
By Paul Stewart8 months ago in Fiction
What Remains . Runner-Up in Rituals of Affection Challenge.
“The marriage of reason and nightmare.” — J. G. Ballard The sun pierced through the gaps in the bamboo blinds across our bedroom window. Though I was already on the precipice between the waking and the sleeping world, I allowed myself the leisured pleasure of basking in the quiet contemplation that came only from lying alongside the slight but warm curves of my dear Marguerite.
By Paul Stewart8 months ago in Fiction
Cui Bono
“This heist won’t work.” By Fredrick’s estimation, the look of bewilderment painting the face of the priest across the dingy tavern table didn’t make his statement any less untrue. To avoid his partner Grander’s inevitable stomp, Fredrick kicked his boots onto the table.
By Matthew J. Fromm8 months ago in Fiction
