Short Story
Your Life In An Anthro's World
Oh, my head,” you grunt as you sit up. Looking around, you find yourself in what looks to be New York City. You immediately begin to wonder how you got there, but as you observe your surroundings, it quickly becomes clear that this isn’t the NYC you know. The inhabitants of the city aren’t human—they’re humanoid animals.
By Dom Wardenabout a year ago in Fiction
Tenant. Winner in A Knock at the Door Challenge.
Knock, knock. I came to. Unaware that I had even drifted off. Was that knock real or had I dreamed it? The rain played the evening’s soundtrack. Calm. The clock said twelve, but it always said that. It’d decided who it was.
By Kristen Keenon Fisherabout a year ago in Fiction
Hold Your Nerve
Hood up, head down, earbuds in, eyes on my book. Works like a charm. No one speaks to me. I must be fucking mental. If I had any sense, I'd have stayed put. How dare he, though? I made him! I made him to be a companion to me. That's his whole purpose. He can't dump me. Can't deny me anything I ask for. Can't reject me. It's supposed to be impossible.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
THE QUIET WAY OF MEN: I. Content Warning.
The boy was born in smoke. His mother died in childbirth beneath a collapsed lean-to in the Carolina backwoods, snow still caught in her hair. The ground was too frozen to bury her, so his father burned the body with a bundle of sage and never said her name again. He wrapped the boy in hides and walked east without a word.
By Brandon Brassonabout a year ago in Fiction
The Old Man of the Mountain
Hi friends! My name is Kameron Shayne, and I’m from New York. I’ve been writing on Medium for three years, but now I’ve said goodbye to Medium completely and decided to fully embrace Vocal Media. This is my first article here, and I hope you’ll enjoy it and give it lots of love.
By Kameron Shayneabout a year ago in Fiction
Echoes From Tomorrow
A Voice That Shouldn’t Exist Nina Alvarez was used to the hum of late-night silence in her apartment. The city outside roared with horns and sirens, but inside, her small studio was her cocoon. That’s why, on a Thursday night in March, she froze when she heard her own voice whisper:
By Be The Bestabout a year ago in Fiction
The Man Who Found His Future Wallet
A Wallet on the Ground It was an ordinary Tuesday in Brooklyn when Marcus spotted the wallet. It lay face-up near a subway entrance, untouched despite the rush of commuters. Something about it seemed strange—clean, almost new, as though it hadn’t touched the dirt at all.
By Be The Bestabout a year ago in Fiction
The Boy Who Remembered His Next Life
A Strange Beginning In a quiet town outside New York, a boy named Daniel startled his parents with the things he said before he could even read. At only four years old, he would wake up in the middle of the night whispering names no one in the family knew, places they had never been, and events that had not yet happened. His mother thought they were dreams. His father, more skeptical, called them childish inventions. But Daniel insisted: “I’m not remembering my past. I’m remembering what comes next.”
By Be The Bestabout a year ago in Fiction
Reading While Lost
I slowly meander down the hall, the music trailing behind me, like my fingers along the wall. I round a corner, and the music becomes more distant. Along this hall is a double door, one of them slightly ajar. Curious, I look through the crack. I see a sliver of shelves of books. This must be the library. I gently push the door further open. Seeing the room empty, I step in, shutting the door behind me, practically muting the music.
By Katarzyna Crevanabout a year ago in Fiction
