Short Story
Make Sure to Trim First
He tried to be funny, tried to breathe through it. But the situation would be uncomfortable no matter how one went about it. Butt waxing was a distinctive experience. And while everyone had their reasons for it, it didn’t make him feel any better. So obviously he overcompensated by trying to be “outgoing” and “funny”.
By Oneg In The Arctic4 months ago in Fiction
The Day We Didn't Skip Rocks on the Lake. Winner in You Had to Be There.
Darren picked out the rock I did not skip. He spent minutes, head down toward the speckled sand, searching for the flattest, smoothest stone. While I sat under his umbrella, watching his curly hair fluff up in the wind.
By Kera Hollow4 months ago in Fiction
The Tapestry. Top Story - June 2026.
Often, what you imagine of a place drives how you fit into that dream. But dreams are for when you your subconscious is synthesizing what cannot be fathomed. Romantic ideals, or bitter experiences, can blind how things are seen, translated and understood.
By Katherine D. Graham4 months ago in Fiction
The Perfect Place
The fresh air brought a sense of well-being as Jason left his rental. The little place was the ideal spot to clear his head. All around, the charm of a rural town appeared, with its older, quaint homes and country churches. After leaving the city, Jason was glad to take a brief break in the village of Bumbleburgh. The dozen homes around the main square looked picturesque. Jason wandered down the quiet main street to stretch his legs and check out the local shop. The smell of home cooking lured him in as the nearby diner appeared to be open. He headed for the entrance and was met by an angry look from a woman in a quirky apron.
By Sarah Danaher4 months ago in Fiction
Pink Buds. Top Story - June 2026. Content Warning.
Running through the weed patch, laughing, I listened for the others as they ran all around me. Who knew there was such a gold mine, or rather, field, right here outside the city limits? Jay Jay had stopped somewhere up ahead, and I could hear him with his “Blessed Mother Mary’s.” While Will and Trina were giggling together somewhere behind me, Suzie was just ahead of me, just as giddy as I was, looking over her shoulder like she wanted to ask me a question.
By Mother Combs4 months ago in Fiction
Where I should be
Ida startled awake in her seat, gasping for air, as if an invisible force had pushed it out of her body. “Kathrine, honey, are you alright?” Ida blinked quickly. The woman tilted her head. She repeated the question, enunciating every “t”. She sounded like the people in the movie Ida had seen at school, not too long ago. What was it called again? Right, “The Great Gatsby”.
By J.J.Washington4 months ago in Fiction
