Short Story

Why Am I Angry?
Connor woke up next to his boyfriend, Will, "didn't win the lottery again". Will sighed, "neither did I". "We can't retire and stay here then".
By Joe Harrisabout a year ago in Fiction
Drenched in Goodbyes
The windshield wipers automatically start to whoosh back and forth as a light drizzle begins. A peppy pop song blasts through my speakers, and I flick the radio off in annoyance. The swirling thoughts ricocheting between my temples are enough noise right now, so I'd rather drive in silence. My hands grip the wheels tightly, turning my knuckles white with anxiety.
By Tattoos & Tarotabout a year ago in Fiction
Me, My Life & Why Part 25
Part 25 We were on the floor again. Where else? Two mugs between us, one still warm, one forgotten. My ankle pressed awkwardly into the table leg, hoodie sleeves pulled halfway over my hands. We’d talked for hours, then not at all. Easy silence. The good kind. The kind that doesn’t itch.
By Laura about a year ago in Fiction
Me, My Life & Why Part 24
Part 24 It started with an email I didn’t open. Then a laundry pile that became a topographical feature. Then a bin bag I meant to take out but instead walked past seventeen times like it might develop sentience and deal with itself.
By Laura about a year ago in Fiction
Me, Me Life & Why Part 23
Part 23 It’s 2:14pm on a Tuesday and I’m eating leftover curry straight from the pan. I’m wearing leggings that have never seen a gym and a hoodie that’s technically Alex’s but spiritually mine. The flat is messy, not gross, just… gently chaotic. There are clean dishes I haven’t put away and a stack of books acting as a makeshift side table. One of them is upside down. None of them are finished.
By Laura about a year ago in Fiction
Me, My Life & Why Part 22
Part 22 It wasn’t dramatic. No capital letters. No passive-aggressive punctuation. No grand thesis on hurt feelings or miscommunication.
By Laura about a year ago in Fiction
Me, My Life & Why Part 21
Part 21 I spiralled. Hard. It wasn’t anything earth-shattering. Just a parking fine I forgot to pay and a letter stamped in red. I’d opened it at 6:42pm on a Wednesday with a fork still in my mouth. I hadn’t even finished dinner.
By Laura about a year ago in Fiction
Me, My Life & Why Part 20
Part 20 It started with socks. A single pile in the corner. One of those piles that’s not really dirty, just… lost momentum.
By Laura about a year ago in Fiction
Me, My Life & Why Part 19
Part 19: “You Seem Better Now” “You seem better now,” my aunt said, in that tone people use when they’re trying to sound kind but still need you to know how hard you were to deal with.
By Laura about a year ago in Fiction
Me, My Life & Why Part 18
Part 18 It started with a LinkedIn message titled, “Exciting Opportunity, Let’s Connect!” Which, in the ancient language of corporate nonsense, translates to:
By Laura about a year ago in Fiction
Me, My Life & Why Part 17
Part 17: Can You Thrive and Still Be a Mess? Here’s the thing they don’t tell you about thriving: You don’t feel like you’re thriving.
By Laura about a year ago in Fiction
Me, My Life & Why Part 16
Part 16 It arrived on a Wednesday. Mid-scroll. Mid-cringe. Mid-nothing. A message from someone I hadn’t spoken to in months.
By Laura about a year ago in Fiction