Stream of Consciousness

Bee vs Beekeeper's smoke. Content Warning.
Two hours before the police came, I was heading to Woolies for some groceries. I drove with one had on the steering wheel and a refreshing fruit juice in the other while I enjoyed the last few verses of Harry Styles’ Aperture on the radio. I remember being annoyed at how the law firm ads started before the song had ended. I did not notice the car behind me.
By Ruby Red7 months ago in Fiction
Absurdity, Cynicism and Nihilism.
There is a reason why every generation has to wave goodbye in the cycle of our evolution. As unquestionable as the transitioning of the seasons, are the vibrations of the stages of our individual existence.
By Antoni De'Leon7 months ago in Fiction
Seeking The Facts Behind a Myth
Each individual alone judges what they have faith in from what life has taught them. Faith arrives when there is an interplay between mind and body, that forms a strong framework laid on strong foundations. Faith that information, from something larger that can transcend to the depth of the heart and enhance a spirit with confidence in a soul that sees past blindly believing in the causes of wars fought in the name of religious idealism or a way of life that imposes restrictions based on race, caste or the gender one is born into, often stems from the dignity of science, church and community. Through the nature of alchemy, astrology and theory, the brain sorts through what is repressed, unknown or ignored then disassociates preconceived ideas to bring honor and respect to the dead.
By Katherine D. Graham7 months ago in Fiction
Sometimes It's Like That and That'sThe Way It Is. Runner-Up in The Rule Everyone Knows Challenge. Top Story - March 2026.
It was the late 1960s, and ten-year-old Gloria Coleman was standing with her grandmother on the side of the highway waiting for the bus. As the Greyhound pulled up, it seemed monstrous and intimidating. Grandma Elizabeth grabbed Gloria's hand, holding it tightly as they boarded.
By Cheryl E Preston7 months ago in Fiction
We Were At A Beach Party
Can you believe we went all the way to Mazatlan, Mexico, to attend this party, and the couple hosting kicked everyone out because of one stupid myth!
By Denise E Lindquist7 months ago in Fiction
Echoes of Resistance
The streets of Bristol were alive that day, though not with the usual hum of buses and chatter, but with the heavy pulse of voices that demanded to be heard. I had not intended to join the protest—I came to observe, to write, to bear witness—but once I stepped into the swell of people, the energy was impossible to ignore. The banners waved above heads, each one a story, a demand, a prayer. The scent of rain-soaked asphalt mixed with the faint tang of chalk from hastily scrawled messages, leaving the air electric.
By imtiazalam7 months ago in Fiction
The Shape of the Law From the Man of the Mountain. Runner-Up in What the Myth Gets Wrong Challenge.
The man from the mountain did not come down shining but that was how people told it later, after years had worn the terror smooth and made a lantern of him in memory. When I first saw him descending through the dusk, he looked like someone who had been pulled through the inside of a storm and returned only in part. Dust clung to the hollows of his face. His robe was split at the shoulder. His mouth moved once before sound came out as if speech had been thinned by the height and had not yet thickened again in the air below; still the people surged toward him. They always did when fear and hope wore the same face.
By Cadma7 months ago in Fiction
Where did February go?
Is it really already the middle of March? All of February has blurred into one vast memory, and I don’t know what I did or where it went. Outside, there was frost, and for the first time in a long while, Prague was wrapped in a white coat and stayed that way, the way winters used to be. Like the city, I wrapped myself up too, and from the safety of my home, I watched from beneath the covers how quickly life can pass by when one isn’t paying attention.
By George Roast7 months ago in Fiction
New Normalcy
I and my team of five were at least convinced that the HEIST was not the result of greed; rather, it was due to the banking system's stupidly overinclined and ever-increasing reliance on biometric identity verification. We thought it would work in our favor, but in a hyper-digital world, the tragedy isn't just that the body fails but that the body's degradation outpaces the rigidity of the encryption.
By Viral Rana7 months ago in Fiction
Frisson. Honorable Mention in Something Is Beginning, I Think Challenge. Content Warning.
I feel a smidge retarded up there, whirling upside down by the skin of my thighs. I like the outfit though. The leather feels good— it's a tactile thing. The chains on it feel cold and crisp when I snap it on. I feel like the Batman of sadomasochism.
By Noah Husband7 months ago in Fiction
The Map of Remembering
The Road That Remembered Us A Mystical Adventure About the Journey Every Soul Is Walking No one remembers the moment the journey begins. Not really. We like to say it begins with birth. With the first breath. With the cry that tells the world we have arrived. But the old travelers say the journey begins much earlier. It begins the moment a soul agrees to forget.
By Flower InBloom7 months ago in Fiction
Dreaming to Drown
“Here you are.” Fire formed in the gray-bearded bartender’s eyes as he put a glass of whiskey down in front of his patron. His posture was firm and willing—a stark comparison to the man with rounded shoulders sitting at the bar.
By L.H. Reid7 months ago in Fiction