Stream of Consciousness
The Persistence of the Night Shift
NIGHT SHIFT The solar sits where the hospital used to be. No one calls it anything else. It doesn’t need a name anymore. Broken concrete. Wet bricks. Cables pulled from walls like something that was never meant to be visible. A piece of chewing gum stuck to a stone near the entrance path—pink at first, now grey, flattened by months of weather and nothing else. It stays because there is no request to remove it.
By Lorena Alonso5 months ago in Fiction
Rolling the Dice of Life
Chance is like a doorway - a little mystical, a little playful and a little fatalistic. It carries the agony of a mystery and the yearning of unfulfilled desires. It is surreal, symbolic, emotionally resonant...and it leaves us fully aware of the quiet unbidden rules beneath the visible ones.
By Novel Allen5 months ago in Fiction
Within Oneiron’s Hollow
I have no control over the ancient lore, as I enter the dream-state called Oneiron’s Hollow...the place where thought returns to its first primordial language. Where invisible companions emerge and wear your victories like darkness, your shame like robes. Many who ventured there returned changed. Some, not at all.
By Novel Allen5 months ago in Fiction
Speak My Mind. Top Story - April 2026.
If there is one thing I’m known for it’s never being afraid to say what’s on my mind. Granted, what I have to say may not make me a lot of friends, but those aren’t real friends anyway. A true friend listens to what you have to say, tries to look at things from your point of view, and then decides whether they agree with you or not. Either way, they remain your friend. At least that’s how I felt this whole friendship thing was supposed to work, but maybe I was wrong.
By Mark Gagnon5 months ago in Fiction
Cancer Resignation. Content Warning.
Day 1 Walter woke up on Tuesday morning and knew he was running late. The sun was slanting in the window at a different angle, he could hear his wife downstairs in the kitchen, and a TV playing somewhere in the house. Looking over at his alarm, he saw it was 8 AM. Grabbing the clock, he chunked it to the wall, busting it. This was the third morning in a row that it hadn’t gone off at 6 when he had it set for.
By Mother Combs5 months ago in Fiction
The Roommate
You always think you know someone until you live with them. Kayla and I had been friends for almost 5 years. Worked together for 4 and lived in the same apartment complex for 2. We drove to work together and always hung out on our days off. So when our leases ended around the same time, it was only natural that we would get a place together. We already saw each other almost every day, living together would be amazing… or so I thought.
By Mallory Farnum5 months ago in Fiction
