Short Story
LHS Class of 01 Reunion '26
Scott stood beneath the rusted awning of the corner cafe, his heart hammering against his ribs as he watched a silver-haired man approach through the shifting fog. When Arthur finally stepped into the amber glow of the streetlamp, the sheer magnitude of twenty-five years struck Scott with the force of a physical blow. The boy he remembered—the one with the unruly chestnut curls and the untarnished, eager grin—had been replaced by a man whose face was mapped with the topography of hard-learned lessons, his skin weathered like parchment and his posture bowed by invisible, long-carried burdens.
By Forest Green5 months ago in Fiction
The Counting
The boat left her at the wrong dock. She understood this only after the engine had faded into the fog and there was no one to tell. The wood beneath her boots was soft with rot. A black dog watched her from a piling, then turned and walked away as if dismissing the matter.
By RC Adamson5 months ago in Fiction
The Boy Who Collected Rain Sounds. AI-Generated.
In a quiet town where rain visited almost every evening, there lived a sixteen-year-old boy named Ayan. Unlike other teenagers who spent their time playing games or scrolling endlessly on their phones, Ayan had a strange hobby.
By Waleed khan5 months ago in Fiction
Murder That She Wrote
“How difficult do you think it’d be to actually snap someone’s neck?” she asked in a whisper, leaning over her computer. I quickly realized this sort of questioning must be normal for her since her friend showed no visible reaction or concern. Instead, she didn’t even look up from her book before replying:
By Leah Suzanne Dewey5 months ago in Fiction
LHS Class of 01 Reunion '26
Scott stared at his mobile device, the glowing screen illuminating the dim hallway as the caller ID flickered with a name he hadn't expected to see for decades. When he finally pressed the receiver to his ear, Arthur’s voice cut through the silence with a brittle, gravelly familiarity that instantly bridged the quarter-century gap between them. Arthur didn’t bother with the usual pleasantries or hollow small talk, instead jumping straight into the declaration that he would be attending the upcoming high school reunion, a sharp pivot from his steadfast refusal to appear at the last four gatherings.
By Forest Green5 months ago in Fiction
LHS Class of 01 Reunion '26
The neon sign of the diner flickered with a rhythmic, dying buzz, casting long, jittery shadows over the laminated table where Scott and Marc sat nursing lukewarm coffees. Scott stared blankly at the swirling steam rising from his mug, his mind drifting away from the casual conversation toward the dusty, unvarnished memories of their shared middle school years. A sudden, sharp prick of guilt pierced his chest as he recalled the way the hallways used to echo with the taunts directed at Arthur, a quiet boy from their homeroom who had been subjected to a brand of cruelty far more systematic and harrowing than anything Scott had personally endured.
By Forest Green5 months ago in Fiction
LHS Class of 01 Reunion '26
As Joan thumbed through the weathered contact list for the upcoming high school reunion, her fingers lingered on the name "Scott," and the stark reality of the present seemed to dissolve into the hazy, golden glow of a decade-old memory. She found herself transported back to the sweltering, crowded gymnasium, where the air was thick with the scent of cheap cologne and artificial carnations, and every wall seemed to vibrate with the rhythmic thrum of a pop ballad that had defined their youth.
By Forest Green5 months ago in Fiction
LHS Class of 01 Reunion '26
Megan leaned back against her kitchen counter, a steaming mug of tea in one hand and her smartphone pressed to her ear as she waited for the familiar ringing to stop. When Joan finally picked up, Megan couldn’t help but let out a joyful laugh, feeling the immediate warmth of a friendship that had spanned almost three decades. "Can you believe it’s actually been twenty-five years since we walked across that stage at Lincoln High?" Megan asked, her voice brimming with a mix of disbelief and genuine excitement. They spent the first few minutes reminiscing about their old lockers and the teachers who had shaped their lives, but the purpose of the call was clear: it was time to move from nostalgia into active planning for the big silver anniversary celebration.
By Forest Green5 months ago in Fiction
