Short Story
Past Love
I dreamt of her. I didn't want to, but I did. Some part of me deep down inside wanted to see her one last time. I woke in the shadows. The crowd escaping from the darkness behind me. The sepia light bent around corners making a bold but bland statement. I mostly knew people in the crowd, her family, our friends. Somehow some of my friends slipped in there.
By K.I. McLemore2 months ago in Fiction
Logan's Jacket. Honorable Mention in You Had to Be There.
The keys jingled in the ignition as Andy turned into the school parking lot. Hands shaking, he parked the car under the solar panels that provided shade to the parking lot and then he turned his attention to his phone. The parent teacher conference was, in fact, happening in a few minutes. He had come directly from work and was still in uniform. He hesitated and left his chef coat on the driver's seat. The tshirt he was wearing would have to be enough. There was no time to go home and change.
By Andrea L Smith2 months ago in Fiction
Crisis Paper
Before he had needed a temporary job as a scorer of essay submissions for standardized tests, Phillip had known the good life once. He’d had a wife and a daughter, both happy and healthy. His wife had worked part time so she could be home for their daughter, who had just been entering the fourth grade. They’d had a three-bedroom home in Red Lodge, a small town in Montana. It had even come with a picket fence and a dog. The true and coveted American dream.
By B. M. Valdez2 months ago in Fiction
Ghosts of People
Two men in a dive bar engage in a relatively mundane discussion about contemporary politics. "Among the emerging new Lefts and new Rights, there are competing factions," Nicolae begins. "Some more or less support Ukraine, while others more or less favor Russia. Some are preoccupied with Israel and Palestine. Some focus on racial and cultural issues, while others are more interested in economics and government. They all want greater influence and support. The question is: what methods will they use to achieve their goals? Who will succeed? Will the winners absorb followers from their former opponents--or will they themselves eventually be defeated?"
By ANTICHRIST SUPERSTAR2 months ago in Fiction
The Death of Harris Phillip
Flames are falling onto the city across the river from where Harris Phillip stands. He stares, mouth open, as the Chrysler building crashes to the ground and the screams of Detroit citizens echo from the sweeping black water between them. Harris’ tiny white dog whines at his side. Not knowing what to do, he fumbles with his phone and dials 9-1-1. The line is busy.
By Emily Adams2 months ago in Fiction
Don’t Be Late!. Top Story - July 2026.
“We should be leaving now! Are you ready?” My daughter’s cheery voice drifts through the open doorway of my walk-in wardrobe. I snatch an outfit off the nearest coat-hanger. Clambering into it, a muffled response limps back to her. My cramped quarters barely impede my speedy transformation. Even Clark Kent would be impressed.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶2 months ago in Fiction
The Tower Trip
The sky still seemed far away as Clay climbed the narrow stairs. Their tightness was harrowing as they rose toward the tall tower. The view grew higher as the hills dropped below. Alex wiped his brow and looked up at Clay during a brief rest. The sun beat down on them as they climbed to the top. Katie urged them to keep moving as Clay started up the stairs again. The others followed, sweating as they went. The end was near, but the journey was strenuous. The top was almost in sight, and the rusty stairs creaked beneath their feet. Clay reached the metal grating and pushed the door up. He checked the tower’s integrity and saw it was holding. He then opened the door for the rest. Alex and Katie joined him, ready for a needed break. The heat had only increased as they sat. Alex closed the door, and the trio sat down to take in the view.
By Sarah Danaher2 months ago in Fiction
The Chrome Legacy: The Last Campfire
Humanity finally did it. We left Earth for the stars. The oceans remained. The mountains endured. Cities of glass and steel became monuments buried beneath sand and ivy. Somewhere beneath a desert sun, Las Vegas surrendered itself to time while humanity chased distant suns across the galaxy.
By Alejandro Arango2 months ago in Fiction
