Short Story

My Dead Best Friend Won't Stop Texting Me
Three years ago my best friend Jessica Moore died in a car crash. We were supposed to go to this graduation party together but she never picked me up. Next morning I found out she'd wrapped her car around a tree on Highway 9. The cops said she fell asleep at the wheel.
By Maxim Dudko11 months ago in Fiction
The Pumpkin Spice Protest
The first leaf of autumn hadn't even hit the pavement before the world went mad. Pumpkin spice lattes, pumpkin spice candles, pumpkin spice dog treats. To Agatha, owner of The Crusty Loaf bakery, it was an assault on the very dignity of the season. Autumn was for robust sourdough, for apple-cinnamon scones with real diced apple, for hearty rye breads. It was not, she declared to her empty shop, for "flavoring perfectly good coffee with what tastes like a candle shop fire."
By Habibullah11 months ago in Fiction
Loneliness and chess
I thought I'd be playing the last game of chess in my life against myself. But in my old age, fate played a trick on me. "I moved White toward him without saying anything. I wanted to see what he would do. He reached for a pawn and moved e2-e4. Classic. I responded symmetrically. We played without a word. He didn't look at me once, and I only looked at him out of the corner of my eye."
By piotrmak11 months ago in Fiction
Transmission
For Belle's 'On the Street' Challenge: Report of Pilot, Captain Y. M. Raughtel: This might be my final report. I seem to have landed in the most barren patch of nothing imaginable. There is nothing but desert as far as the mind can conceive. And I think that my mind is losing its ability to see and hear what is real and what I've only imagined. Am I really alone out here?
By Kendall Defoe 11 months ago in Fiction
The book of all (of my) knowledge
They told me the sky was shimmering with golden hues. They told me the earth was shaken. I stood firm, holding my cup of tea, this beautiful quail-printed ceramic mug I keep from my youth, from the radiant age of 15.
By Maya Or Tzur11 months ago in Fiction
the boy who refuse to give up
In a small village surrounded by dusty roads and endless fields lived a boy named Ammar. He was young, full of dreams, and determined to make his parents proud. But life, as it often does, tested him far beyond what he had ever imagined.
By Muhammad Yaseen11 months ago in Fiction
The Last Song the Stars Remembered
They said the universe would go quiet someday. Not with an explosion, but with a sigh. And when it did, the last thing to fade would be the music.
By sunaam khan11 months ago in Fiction
Big Deal
Hey, how was your week? Great! I stopped to smell the roses… Wow! You’ve got roses? Well yes, but I merely caught a glimpse of them through my kitchen window.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶11 months ago in Fiction
The Woman at the Train Station
She waited at Platform 3 every Thursday. Same time. Same coat. Same coffee — black with one sugar, never stirred. Most people didn’t notice her.
By Aarsh Malik11 months ago in Fiction
The Spirit Box (9). Content Warning.
Chapter 9: Home Grown Terrorists I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Al Kapa-kai, a new group, had managed to blow up a building in downtown Los Angeles.
By Alex H Mittelman 11 months ago in Fiction
The Spirit Box (8). Content Warning.
Chapter 8: The woman I used to call my wife. “You know, Emily, I never thought I'd say this, but I'm impressed," I said, leaning against the wall of Emily's cubicle. "Trying to be a better person takes morals, and I’m honestly surprised you've got 'em. You’re usually so unscrupulous!"
By Alex H Mittelman 11 months ago in Fiction
Observation Hours
The hospital is nearly empty; the time is well after 3:00 AM. The walls are white. The tiles on the floor are a pale gray. A quiet hum buzzes over the intercom.
By Roman Hale11 months ago in Fiction