Short Story
The Last Train to Nowhere
The station was almost empty when Eleanor arrived. It was 11:47 p.m. The fluorescent lights flickered above the platform, and a cold wind moved through the tunnels. Eleanor checked the departure board, but the words seemed to change every time she looked at them.
By Silvia Felaco15 days ago in Fiction
The Summer We Left Behind
I was staying with my dad for the summer, and I decided to get a job until I went back home with Mom. I always stayed with Dad during the summer, and it was always magical. My dad lived in a small town, while I lived in a big city, so it was a nice change.
By Dee Johnson15 days ago in Fiction
Kate Redleaf and the Red Cap
Kate Redleaf was no stranger to violence. She was born from it and, by it, orphaned. So, watching her attacker, a man from whom she'd just won a considerable amount of money playing poker, shooting arterial spray from his carotid all over the boots she'd won from another man, did not shock her. Perturbed, is the word she'd use. The boots were worth no small amount and given the sudden shift in her future prospects, not something she was like to come by for some time. An Indian, Lakota Sioux, if such specificities are important to the discerning legal mechanism currently in place, combined with her gender, granted her no tenable protection from adjudication or from the unwelcome outcome which would surely follow. Kate Redleaf was now, for all intents and purposes, an outlaw. And she wasn't the only one who knew it.
By Adam Diehl16 days ago in Fiction
The Final Words. Top Story - October 2026.
My time has come. After 114 years on this mortal coil, I can feel it deep down in my bones. I’m bedridden and unable to move. My eyesight is slipping as is my hearing. I’ve been in this bed for so long that I welcome this eternal transition that’s about to happen to me.
By Dean Traylor17 days ago in Fiction
The Real Answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe, and Everything, Not 42 As That Pesky Douglas Adams Suggested
And so it came to pass as things so often do and as we unveil the oldest recorded words from the distant past of the earth on the passing of its existence - the meaning of the universe (not 42, that pesky Adams). It said, "sorry, we dropped acid first."
By Paul Stewart17 days ago in Fiction
The Last Crystal Skull: A Dream I Can't Shake
The ARMY had called me back into duty after they realized my age. In my dream I was a year older. I was 48, almost 49, and I was in good shape. I'd been running, working out in the gym and at home, doing weight training, calisthenics, and lots of cardio. I was in really good shape.
By Allen Childers18 days ago in Fiction
