Short Story
Cerberus
The air was thick with tension in the Olympic Peninsula, the mist-covered trees standing eerily still as though the entire world held its breath. The humans stood on one side of the battlefield, their faces a mix of fear and determination. In their midst, a lone figure held a staff glowing with radiant light—a light that pulsed in harmony with the three fused artifacts the human carried. The staff’s brilliance was a beacon of hope, and from it, waves of light rippled through the ranks of soldiers. Their spears and short swords gleamed faintly in response, their brightness a fraction of their leader’s power.
By Vasco Silva2 years ago in Fiction
The Frank and Zombie Show. Content Warning.
When I was five the government did something with the state line, and 20 families or so who lived a little outside of town found themselves suddenly to be citizens of Montana. I'm not sure why, something to do with taxes and the electoral college, I guess. The town had a meeting about it, with the New Montanans led by my father. The debate was whether the New Montanans should send their kids to Plaine's Pointe schools or not. George Suskers, who ran for mayor every year and lost, was of the mind that no, their taxes were now going to Montana, not Idaho, so they could ride the bus 30 miles over to Shenigni. But dad spoke eloquently and long. He was an engineer at the Plaine's Pointe radio station, KLKL, 92.3, and he'd grown up there, met his future wife there, gotten married there. And the Good Lord willing, he was going to die there, and be buried next to his Mom and Dad, eventually his wife, in Hope Springs Memorial Gardens.
By Jason Edwards2 years ago in Fiction
The ShambElla Saga. Top Story - October 2024.
Introduction I've long had a fascination with the transformative power of decay. I recall as a child walking the streets of my neighborhood here on the East Side of Indianapolis, as I still do to this day. Indianapolis is what I've heard some describe as a "Swiss Cheese Ghetto". The East Side, especially, has some swanky gentrified communities nestled in between trash-ridden and crime-riddled neighborhoods. One can hear gunshots a few blocks away while they pay for their venti pumpkin spice latte!
By C. Rommial Butler2 years ago in Fiction
On The Fifth Day
I had retired to a secluded cabin that sat neatly uphill from a private lake, getting away from the noise of the city. Even with it being winter, I needed the quiet of the country. After settling in, I did my best to unwind and eventually fell into a long, fitful sleep.
By Joseph "Mark" Coughlin2 years ago in Fiction
Birth Marks
Heather, a late teen within her years, lies awake; staring off into the ceiling dead at night, contemplating whether what she saw was a dream or not. Her mind ached and swelled as the night boiled around her on a summer night, hearing the chirps of constructing crickets outside her palladian-style balcony.
By Noah Lichtenberg2 years ago in Fiction
Royally Scrooged
Let us revisit the timeless wisdom of Ebenezer Scrooge! A story of dreams, wages, and perhaps a dash of redemption. Our tale begins on a foggy Christmas Eve in the heart of London, where lived a man named H. Money Penny. Moneypenny was not a miser like old Scrooge, but he was practical. His office overlooked the bustling streets, where the poor shuffled by, their breaths visible in the chill air.
By Antoni De'Leon2 years ago in Fiction
The Great Giggly Adventure
Once upon a time in the whimsical town of Quirkville, where gravity sometimes took a holiday and cats held weekly meetings to discuss the meaning of life, there lived a curious young girl named Lily. Lily was no ordinary girl; she had a knack for getting into the most peculiar predicaments, often involving her talking pet parrot, Sir Squawksalot.
By Babar khan2 years ago in Fiction
