Short Story
I Used TinEye to Verify Dating Profile Pictures — Here's What It Showed
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By Julie Smithabout a year ago in Fiction
The Final Stop
Blink and you’ll miss it, she said. It’s more like…Spit and you’ll miss it, he thought. The dust was still thick in the air when she stopped the Jeep in front of what looked like an abandoned train car. He spat out dirt and wiped off the dust in his eyes and hair as he looked around. Abandoned? Yup. Like most of the area around it. He could see that the bush would take over this area one day and he thought that would be a fair deal. There were no other cars in the small lot, but he could see that there had been several abandoned across the road in what looked like a farmer’s field. No livestock or crops there now, but someone’s forgotten garage. And this place…
By Kendall Defoe about a year ago in Fiction
Where The Line Ends
The moon hung grimly in the sky as if you could tell it was ready to fall. The thread it clung to, invisible and withering away by the second. The tides of the ocean seemed to follow suit in their mourning, swaying meagerly, full of pity. I sat by myself on the cold sand, digging my nails into the barren land. I watched as the grass swayed with the weak breeze, the blades turning deeper by the minute. It was a soulless world, an unapologetically blank space. A bitter, angry, dejected spot hidden deep inside a bleak galaxy.
By Brittany 🩷about a year ago in Fiction
A Day in the Park That Changed Her Life
It was supposed to be just another Sunday. Anna had no grand plans, no urgent tasks, and no reason to expect anything extraordinary. The city was slow that morning — soft sunlight filtering through the curtains, the air still cool enough to keep the windows open. She had been feeling stuck lately. Not lost exactly, but as if her life had been running on the same loop for months — work, sleep, repeat.
By Habib kingabout a year ago in Fiction
I Tried to Find My Favorite Teacher on CheckPeople — Did It Alert Him?
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By Julie Smithabout a year ago in Fiction
I decided to check the reliability of SpyFly — especially the free claim
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By Julie Smithabout a year ago in Fiction
Fighting for Life
"You can have it," the man in front of Ryder said, solemnly, resigned to his fate. "You deserve it." Ryder looked at the man's bloodied nose, steadily streaming red mucus, and his lank hair, hanging down over his face. He was poorly dressed and would be referred to as "unkempt" by his mother. Not quite a hobo but not far off. The man would not look him in the eye which was curious as moments before, he had been glaring at Ryder as he'd gripped his shirtfront, his eyes wide, bulging with fury, as he spat his angry, defensive words into Ryder's face.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
Gloaming
Please have a looksee at part one (it's dreadful but it's quite short): Whinberries The sun climbed. Ned stalled near a pond skipping stones for nearly as long as he had by the apple tree. Joanie couldn't get them to skip at all, but she was good at finding flat ones. It felt good to be busy and helpful. For a while anyway. She got hungry, and started to cry. Ned soothed, coaxed, distracted, bullied, or ignored her by turns. "I want to go home, Ned," she whimpered. "Then go," he said. The thought terrified her. "But I don't know the way." "Well, go or be quiet," he snapped. This is how the hours of the afternoon oscillated by. Joanie's mood waxed and waned, and Ned's patience did the same. "Are you sure you know where we are?" Joanie peered around. "It's been ages and I haven't seen any whinberry bushes." "Course l know the way," he said, "It's not far now." This conversation was repeated many times, with slight variations. "It's just over there." "Round that bend." "Down that bank." By the time they reached the right spot, the sun was slinging its honey low over the horizon. "But we haven't even got anything to put them in," Joanie said. "We'll put them in our pockets," Ned cast an expert eye over a cluster of berries, and popped a couple in his mouth. Joanie had a good idea of how he was going to carry the berries back. "I thought you said they all had dog widdle on," she grumbled. "Not these," he said with a juicy grin. "Only the low down ones." Joanie was thoroughly fed up. The ground was uneven and rocky. The first time she fell, he'd been sympathetic. Every time after that, he'd been increasingly impatient. Her knees were scraped and her feet bruised. She itched to say, I want to go home again but she bit her tongue. He wasn't being mean right now, and she wanted it to stay that way. It was at least a bit better when he wasn't being mean. Her belly growled and cramped. The cheese sandwiches their mother packed had been a long time ago. Ned had never been the sort of boy to save any food longer than half an hour. She hunted for berries to fill the aching gap, but it seemed Ned had managed to find the last good ones. The rest were low-down, shrivelled, dog-widdle ones. Joanie rubbed her fists over her eyes, and trudged after her brother on sore feet.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
I Tested Social Catfish for 48 Hours to Find My Boyfriend: Is It Safe and Worth the Cost?
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By Harper Wilsonabout a year ago in Fiction
