Short Story
That Which Is Taught By Numbers
Our dining room table was rarely used for meals. At suppertime, we took our plates from the kitchen and recessed to couches and bedrooms to eat in front of televisions. For occasional Thanksgivings, we surrounded the table for its intended purpose, but we skipped that for some years. I didn’t mind. I loved eating, but being watched made me feel embarrassed.
By Ernest Taulbee2 months ago in Fiction
The Vacant Rooms
One thing has been abundantly clear throughout most of my life: I have always wanted to be a writer. I spent hours clicking away on a modern-day typewriter in the mid-90s, telling the story of a young woman who fell in love with a mystical creature. I spent the early years of my young adult life extending the stories of beloved movies through fanfiction, playing with characters that were not of my own creation. With every story I have read, new inspiration is sparked. A new character moves into a vacant space in my mind and whispers pieces of their story into my brain. But then, as they settle and become comfortable in their new home, they stop talking to me.
By Michelle Gelinas2 months ago in Fiction
Home for the.... Top Story - July 2026.
“Platform Number Four, now boarding.” He was a cynic, but there was nothing now that could possibly ruin his trip home. The plane that took him across a time zone had faced very little turbulence, and he knew that this was helping with his fear of heights. The therapist’s suggestion that he fly back was actually useful (better than that nonsense about opening up to people). He had a good flight with no alcohol necessary, and he even took an air-sickness bag as a memento (strange little collection he had now). No, he was simply one bus ride away from home and he would see the family, old faces and sights that he knew so well.
By Kendall Defoe 2 months ago in Fiction
Destination Istanbul
Peter emerged from the oddly dark tube that led from the airplane to the arrival gate and was immediately struck by the energy there. But then that always seemed to happen to him when he flew, even when he did it often – hardly unusual for someone who had always considered himself a highly sensitive person.
By Shannon Hilson2 months ago in Fiction
