Short Story
The Best Day Of My Life
“I’m a princess in a tower waiting for my prince to slay the dragon and rescue me.” Nestled in this lush green countryside the birds and insects sing their praises of a beautiful day. In gratitude for the stunning nature surrounding us. This chateau was all I ever dreamed about, and I knew this was the dress of my fantasies as soon as I saw it drape my silhouette in my reflection in the shop’s mirror.
By Aissa Martellabout a year ago in Fiction
The Theme Park That Wasn’t
Jamie was thrilled and devastated at the same time. He was thrilled that this was the last week of school before summer vacation. He was devastated that he still had to wait a whole week for summer vacation. This was going to be the best vacation of his 12 years of life.
By David E. Perryabout a year ago in Fiction
One Last Concerto. Runner-Up in Everything Looks Better From Far Away Challenge. Content Warning.
That morning, the apartment was quiet. Even the light seemed hesitant, bruised at the edges, filtering through gauzy curtains as though sorry for intruding and disturbing the dust. Caroline sat on the floor, knees pulled to her chest, surrounded by piles of sheet music like albino fallen leaves. She observed the sad detritus of her life. Empty coffee mugs lining the windowsill. A single sock forgotten under the couch. A single toothbrush barely visible, lonely in the holder under the bathroom mirror at the end of the hall. His, maybe. Or hers. She couldn’t remember which anymore.
By Lindsay Coonabout a year ago in Fiction
The Door of Light
Arman had always loved old libraries. The silence, the smell of dust and paper, the way stories seemed to whisper from every shelf—it felt like a place where secrets lived. One rainy evening, when the city outside was wrapped in thunder, Arman wandered into a forgotten corner of the library. That was where he saw it.
By arsalan ahmadabout a year ago in Fiction
The Waiting Room
Prologue Though small, it was a normal waiting room for all intents and purposes. Against one wall was seating for six, and centred on the wall was standard waiting room decor such as photography or a television. Across the room there was seating for four along a blank wall, beside a standard waiting room amenity such as a plant or magazine stand.
By Alicia Morenoabout a year ago in Fiction
Peas Full. Runner-Up in Everything Looks Better From Far Away Challenge.
Dad died last week. Or maybe it was last year. I don’t remember. I remember when the phone rang. It lit up the counter, buzzing like an angry bee. Even if I hadn’t been washing dishes, I wouldn’t have answered. It rang six times before going to voicemail. I didn’t listen. I watched the voice to text crawl across the screen.
By E.K. Danielsabout a year ago in Fiction
Richie. Content Warning.
Selfish pride never allows anyone to know where I'm going when my world begs for precious silence. My way of dealing with issues may be a little skewed and I often keep things bottled up, but in the end, it's a way that works for me.
By Lamar Wigginsabout a year ago in Fiction
Beyond the Glass. Honorable Mention in Everything Looks Better From Far Away Challenge.
I stand there, looking out of the observatory windows on the top deck of the civilians’ quarters. Designed almost like the bulb of a snow globe, it consists of triangular glass panels held together at the edges by gray metal rods. Through the several feet of glass, I can see the stars, beautiful and un-warped despite the thickness of the panes. There is an elegance to them that is enhanced by the swirls of reds, blues, and purples that envelop them against the pitch-black sky. So big and so expansive, it is hard to believe that we have traversed so far from home
By Gunnar Andersonabout a year ago in Fiction
I Love It Here. Runner-Up in Everything Looks Better From Far Away Challenge.
It's a very neat street. Immaculate front lawns. No gates hanging off their hinges, or doors that need a lick of paint. The people are cheery, and they all know each other. When I get out of my car, a neighbour greets me.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
