Short Story
The Great Grocery Rebellion
Everything began with a cucumber. A regular cucumber resting on the produce aisle of Morning Markets. Martha had inspected it for dark spots and placed it in her basket. But then she heard a voice that was unambiguous and somewhat irritated, and she turned to get some carrots.
By Nadeem Khan Jadoon2 years ago in Fiction
So the Story Goes on and on and on
Part One by JBaz Part Two Part Three Part Four ā¬ā¬ā¬ Carl sat in the third row of the black Suburban with Special Agent Scallon. The children were asleep in the seat in front of them, and Carl could see Jaylene staring moodily out of the passenger window as the other agent, Special Agent Cochran, maneuvered the SUV through the sparse traffic. Now and then, Felix would mew loudly from his cage in the cargo area, and Barker would nose Carlās neck or shoulder to remind him that he was still back there, Carl supposed.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Fiction
Mom, Dad
Mom, Dad, I know that Iām a little late. Ok, Iām a lot late. But let me tell you what happened. It all started when I arrived at school today. There was this new student in my first period class today. Never saw him before. He sat right in front of me, turned around and said, āHello Katie.ā Of course, I was shocked. I had no idea who he was.
By David E. Perry2 years ago in Fiction
Selections from the Grand Bazaar
"Donāt squirm too much, this anesthetic isnāt foolproof," the surgeon muttered. This was Alexiosā fifteenth cybernetic transfer to an unlicensed surgeon, he knew exactly how much squirming he could get away with before he felt a pinch.
By R.R. Stephenson2 years ago in Fiction
It Will Be Alright. Content Warning.
Fate brought me here all those years ago, and now I find myself immersed in the blessing I have received. Iāve known little else since, other than the gentle rushes of water on the shore, the rustle of palm leaves on a windy day, and the powerful scent of brine on the breeze. There is little else one could want. Sustenance from earth, peace from sea, comfort from sand.
By J D Guzman2 years ago in Fiction
Just another crack
A man is sitting in the corner of the local bus station, leaning against a concrete wall. It is just after sunset, and while his toes still carry the warm memory of a pleasant autumn day, he slowly feels the reassuring cold creeping in through his leather jacket. Not far from where he is sitting, a pigeon is limping around an abandoned piece of bread, tearing apart its best parts.
By Arne Nasgot2 years ago in Fiction
A Truly Great Night. Top Story - March 2025. Content Warning.
Ingrid sat in darkness, belly full, beside her husband Klaus, immaculately dressed in his best gray suit. Below her, a wonderful clarinet soloist finished her Rondo, center stage. Ingridās playbill identified the piece as Mozartās Clarinet Concerto in A Major. Klaus tapped his fingers in time with the strings, and in that moment she was happy. Things were turning around. Not so long ago, theyād had to scrape for food. Now with continued promises of economic turnaround, they could enjoy a dinner with wine followed by the orchestra.
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Fiction
The Importance of a Kiss
**: A Universal Expression of Love and Connection** A kiss is one of the most intimate and universal expressions of human emotion. It transcends cultures, languages, and time, serving as a powerful way to communicate love, affection, passion, and even respect. From a gentle peck on the cheek to a passionate embrace, a kiss can convey a myriad of emotions and meanings. Beyond its emotional significance, kissing also has psychological, physiological, and social benefits that contribute to our overall well-being. This article explores the importance of a kiss, its cultural and historical significance, and the science behind why kissing matters.
By Taiyab Ahmed2 years ago in Fiction









