Short Story
It was me...
Dear Reader: It still baffles me why we "molded" this site, but I couldn't do anything to change their minds about it. I was charged with preparing and dropping the samples at the indicated locations, but somebody else was responsible for monitoring and maintaining the equipment we use for that. You can't blame me for trying to "save" the mission when everything malfunctioned. If I was going to be remembered for anything, this would be the reason.
By Alex Torres2 years ago in Fiction
So the Story Goes on and on and on and Skewed Right, Then Cleft Down the Middle
Part One by JBazPart TwoPart ThreePart FourPart FivePart Six ⬇️⬇️⬇️ The group continued on foot for over an hour. Carl and Jaylene carried Denny and Jenny, while Adam received a piggyback ride from Thomas. Agent “Don’t call me Rance” Cochran led the way, carrying Felix inside his carrier. Carl soon saw why they had to go in on foot; the nearer they walked to the Big Blue River, the muckier the ground became.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Fiction
The Beginning
The quick footsteps of hundreds of soldiers echoed down the corridor. The rarely filled halls of the old military base had become a hive of activity. Shouts and gunfire rang out in chaotic bursts, followed by screams. Tull ran, his rifle clutched tightly in his hands, his breath ragged. Then—an explosion.
By Joshua Maggs2 years ago in Fiction
The Observer!
I’ve been watching her for three months. Same drill, day after day: coffee at 7:15, newspaper spread out on her kitchen table, red pen circling job listings. She has been out of work since the layoffs. I know because I’ve examined the envelopes in her mailbox unemployment checks, past-due notices, a missive from her mother in Tallahassee who doesn’t understand why she won’t just return home.
By Neli Ivanova2 years ago in Fiction
The Fox and the Moon
Once upon a time, in a dense and ancient forest, there lived a clever fox named Felix. Felix was known far and wide for his sharp wit and insatiable curiosity. He was always searching for something new, something extraordinary, to satisfy his restless spirit. One crisp, clear night, as he wandered through the woods, he stumbled upon a still, glassy pond. The moon was full, and its reflection shimmered on the water’s surface like a radiant jewel.
By Word Weaver2 years ago in Fiction
The number of cases of measles in Texas rises to 223, mainly among children and adolescents
**The number of cases of measles in Texas rises to 223, mainly among children and adolescents** By your name only Texas is facing a growing public health crisis as the number of confirmed measles cases has surged to 223, with the majority of infections occurring among children and teenagers. Concerns about declining vaccination rates, the spread of false information, and the likelihood of further transmission in schools and communities have arisen as a result of this outbreak, which is one of the largest in recent memory. Officials in charge of health are advising parents to ensure that their children are vaccinated and to take preventative measures to stop the highly contagious virus from spreading further.
By Khondokar Bakhtear Hossain2 years ago in Fiction
Selections from the Grand Bazaar
“Alright, how do they feel?” Mackey asked as Kendo wandered out of the salon towards the car. He’d gotten a lot of augmentations since pledging with the Gilded Teeth over ten years ago, but the golden dentures were the symbol he’d made it. He was finally a soldier with the group and everyone would know who he ran with the second he opened his mouth from that day forward.
By R.R. Stephenson2 years ago in Fiction
The Silent House on Willow Lane
The house on Willow Lane was everything I had ever dreamed of—a cozy cottage with a white picket fence, surrounded by tall, whispering trees. It was the perfect escape from the chaos of the city, and the price was surprisingly low. The real estate agent said it had been on the market for years, but I didn’t think much of it. I was too excited to finally have a place to call my own.
By Word Weaver2 years ago in Fiction
Darkness Beyond The Ice 2 (STORY)
— — Chapter 1<< >> Chapter 3 ### **The Floating Chains** Ethan and Jax trek across the iridescent plain, the serpentine mountain range growing larger with each step. The air vibrates with a low, mechanical hums — a sound that doesn’t belong to Terra Infinita. Above them, suspended by chains of crackling light, floats **Nammu**,
By Ethan Cole2 years ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Letter: A Secret From the Past
It all began on a lazy Sunday afternoon. I was cleaning out my attic, sorting through boxes of old memories, when I stumbled upon a dusty, yellowed envelope tucked beneath a pile of forgotten books. The handwriting on the front was delicate, almost poetic, and it was addressed to someone named "Eleanor." My heart skipped a beat—Eleanor was my grandmother’s name, but she had passed away years ago.
By Word Weaver2 years ago in Fiction
