Short Story
The Aftermath
The wind whipped wildly, and the rain simply added to the darkness that hung in the night sky. My clothes stuck to my skin. I didn’t know what to think. Waves of emotion were hitting me like a torrential downpour. Her body had already gone limp. Her skin, grey like ash from a fire. Yet her eyes were still a piercing cerulean blue, with emotion pouring from them. Her mouth hung slightly open, and I could still hear the screams, or perhaps it was simply the storm. I could hear the sirens. They had taken too long. There was so much that needed to be said, yet I was at a loss for words. It was all their fault, and this time, forgiveness wasn’t an option.
By Chelsea Noonoo2 years ago in Fiction
Superhero or Supervillain?
In the real world, there are no true superheroes, only ordinary heroes and villains—individuals devoid of supernatural powers who navigate the moral complexities of life. Yet, mass culture has shaped a simpler narrative since the 1930s: the hero is always good, and the villain is always evil. However, reality isn’t that black and white, and neither are the characters that reflect our values in pop culture.
By Savannah Blake-(Infinity Writer)2 years ago in Fiction
The Pain Eater
The first time was confusing. Pain, sorrow, guilt, regret, and shame were what he felt when he made what should have been an innocent enough contact with Becky's hand. They were two kids, both attracted to each other and starting to feel something special. But Jackson had an ability, something he wouldn't come to understand for many more years.
By Jason Morton2 years ago in Fiction
Under the Moonlight. Content Warning.
A July full moon beamed down, casting its pale reflection over the water.The humid summer air was suffocating, each breath stifling my lungs as I stood on the banks of the bayou with my love in my arms. She rested her head against my shoulder, her hair glinting like liquid gold in the moonlight. My lovely Nellie, looking ravishing in a red dress that matched my jacket. She was still just as beautiful as the day I met her in that speakeasy five years ago. The memories of that night flashed in my mind as I gazed into her eyes.
By Morgan Rhianna Bland2 years ago in Fiction
Overboard
The luxury yacht traveled with the best and brightest and richest and wealthiest aboard. We were off to Calmino Island for the mukamuks and high rollers to enjoy fun and festivities in the sun for a day. John Rogers captained the yacht for the journey and he had promised our travelers a good time in the sun. He meant to make good on that promise. I was a simple crewman underneath his tutelage; but John Rogers was a proud man. He had made our wealthiest passengers a promise that fateful day; and, as his youngest and newest crewman with the least seniority on the team, I was almost honored when he had invited me along. If the rich and the wealthy could enjoy five days in the eternal sunshine of Calmino Island, so could Captain Rogers; so could I!
By Kent Brindley2 years ago in Fiction
Pink Skies
Portsmouth Harbor, New Hampshire- 1904 My hands held tight to the soft white linen with the embroidered initial of my wife Loretta. The handkerchief, which I found tucked under a loose floorboard in our home was a not a gift from me. Nor were the letters that handcrafted fabric was wrapped around. At first it brought me tears that my young wife twenty years my junior had betrayed me while I was at sea. Then when I came out of my despair another feeling came forward. I placed the piece of wood under my bench near the starboard.
By C. H. Richard2 years ago in Fiction
No Escape for the XY. Content Warning.
I don't know anything about boats. It's something my dad is fascinated with, I go with him anyway because maybe I'll learn something. He's very handy, I feel so useless sometimes when I'm with him. How did he and my mom end up together? I have no idea. I see them and I can't help but question my existence but I guess if Dad can meet a woman like Mom, there might be hope for me after all, right?
By Don Anderson II2 years ago in Fiction
"Connections"
Emily did her mindless Facebook scrolling, something she did without thinking. Her thumb swept across pictures of pals' vacations, wedding invites, and the odd tirade about politics. When she noticed Daniel Thompson's name appear in the "People You May Know" section, she hesitated.
By Abdul Qayyum2 years ago in Fiction
