Short Story
The crystal ball
There’s many reasons for history to be forgotten. There’s many memories history wants to erase. Some, so dark and gruesome that should never be remembered. Some that, even if wrong, should be kept present through generations as they foreshadow that evil that crawls into our future.
By Victor Chavarria2 years ago in Fiction
The Lady in The Pool
The ripple in the pool could have been caused by the breeze. It wasn’t. It was caused by Sophia Andrews falling backward into the pool with a bullet in her head. Sophia Andrews was a silent partner in the hotel, among many other things—none of them good. If justice were indeed served, the cops would even let it go. But cops are cops, and someone had to pay for murder.
By Kenneth Lawson2 years ago in Fiction
Keepers Of The Sacred Fire
Introduction Angela Livingstone is an amazing artist and continues to inspire me to create stories. These may end up as a self-published book if Angela allows me to share and credit her work, but that would be at least twelve months away.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
SHE FOLLOWED ME HOME
SHE FOLLOWED ME HOME – ch 4 Mo deas ^ ^ Morena rarely met her husband at the door when he came home from work. He knew her habit. If she wasn’t at the hospital where she worked as a nurse, she’d be in the kitchen whipping up a delicious dinner. Seeing the van from the animal hospital parked in front of his house caused him to hurry inside a bit faster. Morena met him at the door.
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Fiction
The Gang's Demand
It was a sweltering afternoon in the small town of Orhuwhorun, Delta State. The air hung thick and heavy, the sun beating down mercilessly on the dusty streets. Inside the crowded halls of Orhuwhorun Secondary School, the students were hunched over their desks, scribbling away in silence as their history teacher, Mr. Akpovwovwo, paced up and down the rows.
By Emmanuel Ojenike2 years ago in Fiction
A Helping Hand. Content Warning.
The church basement was dim, filled with the quiet murmurs of the support group. Some shared moments of pain and guilt; others offered words of encouragement and compassion. A few, like me, remained silent. I focused not on their words, but on their "auras," sensing a mixture of exhaustion, despair, and reflection. Only Jason, the group leader, felt different—empty, with an edge of trepidation. I recognized the signs. After the meeting, I lingered as others left. Alone, I approached Jason. "I know what you're planning," I said. His face shifted from confusion to despair. "You can't stop me," he replied, turning away. And so I told him about my twin brother—his struggles, his suicide, and the devastation left behind. I didn't mention the powers we'd shared from birth, or how he'd failed to prevent the emotions of others from consuming him. Instead, I told him about the wreckage he’d left in his wake: the mourning my family went through, the guilt, the spiral into alcoholism and toxicity that my parents had yet to recover from. I explained how suicide didn't end suffering; it just transferred it to those left behind. Jason's aura remained mostly unchanged, but there was a tiny ray of warmth at the center now. Fragile, but there nonetheless. As he turned away again, I recognized the feeling: hope. But hope was never enough. The bullet from my Beretta M9 struck the back of Jason's skull, sending him crashing onto the snack table, cookies and coffee scattering in a mess of blood. Kneeling, I took his wallet and slid it into my purse next to my gun. His loved ones would mourn, but without the guilt, blame, or shame mine had suffered. Quietly, I left the church, stepping into the cold night air, ready to find another family to help.
By M Dannenfelser2 years ago in Fiction
Clitopatra
She is zooming through space on her vulva space-boat, flaps sailing in the cosmic wind. Her pink clitoris outfit is picking up the rainbow glow of the stars and the moon. She is at the helm of the ship, steering with passion and pride. She is Clitopatra! The Goddess of the Vivacious Vulvas, the Queen of the Yummy Yoniverse. And she is on a mission, a mission to destroy all men.
By Mia Watanabe2 years ago in Fiction
