Short Story
The Ship Pheonix. Top Story - August 2024.
We came for different reasons. Some of us were sad, some were frustrated, and some were just tired of living the same everyday life. Whatever our motivations, we all answered the ad. Looking for a getaway? Has life got you down? Need an escape? Take a cruise on the Phoenix. I don't think any of us still alive know if those words were a gift or a curse.
By The Invisible Writer2 years ago in Fiction
Simon Says
Simon was only four years old when his mama had to explain that his daddy had gone to heaven. Confused, he smiled up at her and said, "WOW, daddy always said if we were good, we would go to heaven one day. He must have been really good, right mama?" His mama ran out of the room crying.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Fiction
She lived!. Runner-up in Overboard Challenge.
Looking at her luggage, she smiled as she sat by the side of the boat. It was gigantic, cargo-style, so enormous that she seemed as tiny as an ant. It was her long wait and a dream, a freedom she felt she couldn't express but celebrate within.
By Parvathi J2 years ago in Fiction
Sculling
He was in the water, floating, sculling, enjoying the moon and the stars on this warm night. He knew at some point he would have to head for the shore. It would take several hours but that was a lot less than the ten years he had spent in the last ninety minutes on that boat.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker's Secret
The Pocket Watch The New York Public Library was quiet in the early morning hours, the soft hum of the city outside barely penetrating the thick stone walls. Eleanor Whitman sat alone in the archives, a dim lamp casting a warm glow over the centuries-old books and manuscripts surrounding her. Her fingers moved methodically over the pages of a leather-bound volume; her mind focused on cataloging the collection.
By LASZLO SLEZAK2 years ago in Fiction
Whistler’s Wilde!
It was a stormy night! A strange kind of darkness enveloped the skies. The wind was visibly skirmish to distract any wanderers steed. Through those whirlwinds, a sailboat, “Whistler’s Wilde,” mounted up into chaos and appeared drifting away into the unknown.
By Madhu Goteti 2 years ago in Fiction






