Short Story
The Car
An average day at the patent office. Our dear clerk sat at his office, dutifully filing applications when there was a sharp knock at the office door. Though busy, the clerk casually flicked his eyes to the door before returning to the papers before him.
By Conor Matthews4 months ago in Fiction
Once I Was Whole
We are all of us born with incomplete souls. No one tells us this when we are children. We are taught that the ache within us, which we are not always aware of, is hunger, or loneliness, or some other sort of failing that can be outgrown with time or discipline. We just need to power through, to find something to focus on to take our minds off of it and put that energy somewhere that the world deems more useful than the agony of waiting to find those missing pieces. They hand you books and toys and prayers and other people, hoping that maybe they will help us feel a little bit less like something inside of us is misplaced.
By Catherine Gilpin4 months ago in Fiction
The One in the Mirror
Robert and I had known each other since childhood. We went to the same elementary school, then to the same high school. We even enrolled at the same university, but somewhere around the third year we drifted apart. I had slowed down a little with my academic obligations, so he graduated before I did. Naturally, he found a job sooner too, and set out along the path of a career.
By Siniša Knežević4 months ago in Fiction
Her (ii)
At my insistence, Mother found an old photo of my father. In it, he was stood in front of an old car, a forearm resting on the open door. He was wearing sunglasses, the top four buttons of his shirt were undone, and his hair was being lifted by a stray breeze.
By L.C. Schäfer4 months ago in Fiction
When the Brake Breaks. Content Warning.
The sun was setting on a spring day. The only problem was that spring felt more like summer. Ace sat in his car, watching and listening to nature’s music, trying not to relive the tragic mistake he had made.
By Adam's Urban Tales (William Powers)4 months ago in Fiction
Coffee Black
“GOOD MORNING, welcome to your first day on the job at the Control Panel. Bathrooms are down that way, very private. We like to treat our employees well. All five are purely stocked with the best products from across the world. Top feminine products for our ladies, some perfume, cologne, bamboo toilet paper, those dude wipe things –all the good stuff, it’s perfect, let me tell you, gorgeous.” He pinched his fingers, kissed them, and shook them in the air, making a satisfied hum in his throat. He is the Supervisor for this level; everything ran through him, the pick-ups, switches, lunch, days off, everything, and his assistant, of course. His name was Bob. Bob motions for you to follow him down the hall. His shoes click with a sort of graceful flow. You notice the floor is perfectly clean and white. The walls were bare with just a few pictures of some distant land you’ve probably never heard of or seen. He stops and points to a new room.
By K.I. McLemore4 months ago in Fiction
Gallery 9. Top Story - May 2026.
Some confessions are preserved forever. 📜🕰️📜🕰️📜🕰️📜🕰️📜🕰️ Evelyn Gomez was, by all accounts, the most meticulous of museum curators. Emotions were held firmly in check. Her mother's dementia had depleted an entire store of memory.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin4 months ago in Fiction
