Short Story
Chasing Freedom
Born into chaos, where silence is unheard of and gunshots have become a sense of normalcy. Life was unkind, but she made it softer. Running through rubble felt like running through a park somewhere in Connecticut. We shared dreams of leaving this place, though they seemed distant, and the world we'd sometimes see on TV, a utopia of some sort. The idea of a land where people can live out their dreams and become anything they want in life made us question our worthiness. What did we do to make us so unworthy of the same privilege? Unworthy of peace.
By Maima Kiazoluabout a year ago in Fiction
The Tower
Tired doesn’t even begin to describe what is happening right now in my body. There is definitely a lack of hydration, which could be from replacing water with coffee, Red Bull, or vodka, but science is still out on that one. Or it could be the fact that I am a 28-year-old college student living in a studio dorm with a 19-year-old who has never cleaned or cooked for themselves in their entire life. Samantha is kind and means well, but we need to discuss boundaries again if we plan to live together after graduation.
By Tabitha Thomasabout a year ago in Fiction
The Girl Who Lived in the Woods
My parents didn’t understand my reluctance to call myself a doctor. “You got the degree, you should introduce yourself as Dr. Jones,” my mother said on my graduation day in May with my father nodding emphatically beside her. She’d repeat the sentiment twice more, during the bi-weekly video calls I’d reluctantly agreed to, as I knew how concerned they were about my safety (ha!). She’d dropped the subject once I reminded her that there was no one to even talk to where I was. Those calls came to an end on The Solstice, but so did a lot of things.
By J. Otis Haasabout a year ago in Fiction
The Contract
“So, what’s the catch?” To be honest, he was getting ready to go out that night and did not expect that he would have to deal with such nonsense after making the offer, but nothing ever worked out the way he expected it to with these people. There was always some small little problem that was never anticipated. All these years and all those surprises…
By Kendall Defoe about a year ago in Fiction
Today I Discovered Multiple Instagram Accounts Using My Name and Photo — I Took Them Down Immediately
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By Harper Wilsonabout a year ago in Fiction
The Suitcase My Father Left Me Wasn’t Empty It Contained His Past
The Suitcase of Secrets My father was a mystery I had long given up on solving. He was never really present more like a shadow trailing behind my childhood memories. A quiet man with a distant stare, he left when I was twelve and only resurfaced as a name on hospital paperwork when he passed away in a small coastal town.
By Farooq Hashmiabout a year ago in Fiction
