Short Story
The Delivery
Sarah Matthews stood at her mailbox, absently flipping through the usual assortment of bills and advertisements when her fingers brushed against something different – an envelope that felt old, its edges softened by time. The paper had yellowed to the color of weak tea, and the stamp in the corner bore the image of a young Queen Elizabeth II, the denomination reading just six cents.
By Shane D. Spear2 years ago in Fiction
YOU'RE ALL MINE - ch 22
YOU’RE ALL MINE - ch 22 (the magic of Midnight) ^ ^ Midnight was almost tempted to tell Mia to close her eyes as she began driving down the long road to her house. “What was I thinking?” he said to herself. “That’s like asking her to aim her car toward the cliff and keep driving until she hits the river.”
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Fiction
Drunk
It was a Saturday night like no other, empty bottles of chardonnay, merlot, and blue moon scattered across the dinner table. Wine glasses were half-empty, along with half-eaten dinners and desserts. The clock behind me read 8pm but it was really 9pm, headlights of cars flashing through the front door every couple of minutes.
By Nina Pierce2 years ago in Fiction
The Magic of Lilacs. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
The room was silent except for the rhythmic ticking of the grandfather clock, its hands moving steadily toward a future that felt unrecognizable. Anna sat at the edge of her mother’s hospital bed, her fingers entwined with the fragile, cool hand resting in her lap. The once vibrant woman who had taught Anna how to dance barefoot in the rain and sing with abandon while cooking Sunday breakfast now lay still, her breaths shallow and labored.
By Noven Smith2 years ago in Fiction
Freedom or Fire, Future's Precursor
To anyone who may wish to listen, I am writing this when I should be focusing on the future. Weaving words I've picked up from here and there into a stuttered, not quite paradisaic, but hope-filled future. Two stories are on my mind that are begging to be told. But, my mind is fried. For the moment at least. My mind can't cope with weaving words... into a stuttered, realistic if still fanciful take on the future. The future we all have ahead of us. I will get there, but for now I am writing this ridiculous poem. A stab in the dark at clearing my mind a little, as I cough up all kinds of muck from my lungs and try to stay focused. I see various railway stations in my mind, a catastrophic ending of life in each around the world at the same time, relative to time zones. London Waterloo I was defeated, you won the war
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Fiction
Tiffany's Epiphany. Top Story - January 2025.
Tiffany Higgins had been sitting on the hard plastic chairs, feeling her behind get numb and her courage failing. She was still in her office clothes and the sweat was gathering in her polyester armpits. The sudden silence and the anxious stares became the prompt for her rehearsed lines. Her voice was hesitant.
By Rachel Robbins2 years ago in Fiction
A Road Trip Along the Atlantic Coast
Stretching nearly 2,000 miles, the Atlantic Coast offers a road trip like no other, where the sound of the ocean accompanies your journey through some of America's most iconic landscapes. This road starts from the north, from the Statue of Liberty, and winds through the busy streets of Key West to the south, inviting you to discover a tapestry of history, culture, and natural beauty.
By Ravirajsinh Sarvaiya2 years ago in Fiction
The Shepherd and the Sea
The sun, a molten coin sinking into the Aegean, painted the hills of ancient Laconia in hues of burnt orange and deep violet. Sixteen year old Leonidas, his skin burnished by the relentless sun and hands roughened by years of tending his father’s flock, watched the sheep graze. The rhythmic clanging of their bells and the rustling of olive leaves were the soundtrack to his quiet existence. But beneath his placid exterior, a yearning stirred a whisper of a world beyond the familiar pastures.
By Tales by J.J.2 years ago in Fiction
