Short Story

The White Room. Content Warning.
My head bounces against the wall, bored out of my mind. I've decided I hate the color white; it's too pristine, too easy to grunge up. It's a reminder of everything I'm not.
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 years ago in Fiction
No Rest For The Wicked
People leeched the colour out of the world, then wondered why they felt so depressed and unfulfilled. They locked themselves away indoors, staring at the one window, wondering why the Real World couldn't be as colourful and satisfying.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Ramen Shop. Top Story - September 2024.
The first pill was pink and it was sour. Electra slipped it between her teeth hours ago, before the sun vanished and the lights of the city came on because without it the hunger would be an impossible thing to bear.
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Fiction
Half a tree, whole lot of trouble. Top Story - September 2024.
Lisa and John had cherished their quiet life in their suburban home for over two decades. In their front yard stood a tall, beautiful pine tree they had watched grow for 25 years.
By Anna 2 years ago in Fiction
The Drive to Your Parents' House
As I lay amidst the wreckage, looking towards the love of my life, I wondered what had gone wrong, that we had ended so swiftly. With my hands on the wheel. I'm sure they are my hands. One would know their own hands, wouldn't one? The scent of fresh grass cuttings, hot rubber from the tyres and petrol, blood, sweat and the bergamot and orange blossom of your Gucci Bamboo fill my lungs.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Fiction
poem
Cow In a glade green, where sunbeams play, An unassuming cow eats step by step. She wanders the fields, her heart aglow,
By nadia khanom2 years ago in Fiction
Milk of Malfeasance. Content Warning.
Jamie signed his name at the bottom of the painting, on the side of a cardboard box, of a cow, then put the box on a shelf next to other boxes with similarly bucolic paintings.
By Jason Edwards2 years ago in Fiction
Say No to Everything That Doesn’t Support Your Immediate Goals
I stood at the crossroads of my life, a maze of possibilities stretching out before me. Each path, a siren song, promised adventure, fulfillment, and perhaps even love. But I knew that to truly achieve my dreams, I had to make a choice. A difficult one.
By Mamoona Rana2 years ago in Fiction
Moonlit night on the balcony
**Twilight Night on the Balcony** It was one of those nights when the sky gave off an impression of being painted in a shade of profound naval force blue, the sort that causes you to feel like the universe is enclosing you with a delicate, cool hug. The moon, full and splendid, hung high overhead, projecting a silver shine across the world beneath. The air was fresh yet delicate, conveying with it the weak aroma of jasmine that waited in the yard underneath.
By Md.Humaiun kabir2 years ago in Fiction
Michiganders Are Mean...
"So there we were and...oh; every restaurant in this town SUCKS! They have, like, NO manners around here! (I was in the Service Industry for, like, one minute of my life by the way, so, yeah, I know how to work it, dammit!) This Michigan is, like, NO Chicago where we happen to BE from! The things and people are SOHHH much better in Chicago; which is why we left home to go on vacation in the first place...Okay, so, take this last place we were at; HOLY JEEPERS! We, like, wanted quarters for the Pool Table and, like, NO ONE would help us! They wouldn't accept our credit card and put a whole bunch of quarters on it! They wouldn't take time away from other customers to download a cash app for US and, like, invest in quarters THAT way! I mean, only POOR people carry actual dollar bills to exchange for quarters the way that it, naturally, WORKS best! I mean, YOU'RE the peasants from the small harbor town, WE'RE the big city folks; you are SUPPOSED to just be BEGGING us to hand you a credit card in exchange for change. You should only NATURALLY take valuable time away from customers actually eating and drinking download a cash app to exchange for quarters! Who are YOU to tell me that there's a convenient ATM right there in the corner? EWWW! Debit cards? Legitimate bills? What are we; POORS or something? I'm not drunk, dammit!So, anyway...HEY, hey, GUY! He's the one! He wanted to be our HERO! He reached for a wallet because, like a broke LOSER, he not only works in the restaurant but carries actual CURRENCY! C'mere! YOU wanted to help us while everyone else SUCKS AT THEIR JOBS! High-Five; I wanna buy you a DRINK!"
By Kent Brindley2 years ago in Fiction
THE DECEPTION
In the charming town of Nasuan, secrets mingled with the fragrant aroma of blooming lilacs, drifting through the cobblestone pathways. The residents took pride in their integrity, yet beneath their courteous exteriors lay a complex tapestry of falsehoods. Central to this intrigue was Clara Jennings, a young woman celebrated for her vivid storytelling.
By Nambu Michael 2 years ago in Fiction
The Voyage
Only if this storm would stop, Abigale thought to herself. The ship rocked as the night rolled. The waves could be felt, but being under deck, it was too difficult to tell. I did not want The treacherous journey, but this was the key to freedom. Only her prayers as the sailors seem to be slacking on keeping the route without so many storms. So many nights sleeping and others just in the filth of everyone around you. The vomit smell was not even an irritant since everyone was already sick by the first month. The small space and staying under was dark with the escarpments in pots. In better weather, the unfortunate sailor would throw them into the ocean. This day was supposed to be when I would have some fresh air on the deck, but the lightning started. I came to see a new world and not be bogged down by the lack of freedom of the old. Yet the trip has moans and groans. The small space down here has been quite a feat. The cramps and the weather could have been so much better.
By Sarah Danaher2 years ago in Fiction