Stream of Consciousness
Three Weeks Until Forever. Honorable Mention in Parallel Lives Challenge.
There is an uneasy silence that takes place on country roads at night after the smashing of glass and screeching of tires. The metronome of the blinker still rings between shallow breaths. A soft hum from the radio as it skips through tunes in a designated lineup, as if nothing had happened. The DJ goes about their night the same way they always do, cracking jokes to the handful of people still tuned into the broadcast.
By Ashley Lima11 months ago in Fiction
Snakes on a Pole
2004: We split. You take our knowledge, I take our desire. The brain and heart metaphor is somewhat apt. Other parts remain neutral or retain sovereignty, and reluctantly aid us both. The separation seeming both involuntary and undesirable (particularly on my end), our spirits long for unfractionation, and tug on each other.
By A. S. Lawrence11 months ago in Fiction
Across The Merderet. Runner-Up in Parallel Lives Challenge.
I sped off to the recruiting post in Galena. Even though my birth certificate at St. Michaels said that Joseph F. Higgins was Born 1927 not 1926 like I told the recruiter, I wasn’t going to let that one year stop me. Hell or high water I was going to be a paratrooper.
By Matthew J. Fromm11 months ago in Fiction
Same Breath. Winner in Parallel Lives Challenge.
I saw the semi drift across the rain and slide toward my lane. I jerked the wheel right. Tires screamed. The world tilted, and the headlights spun over wet blacktop while the car fishtailed. Gravity pulled me sideways, and my stomach fell. I waited for the hit that would end everything.
By Joey Raines11 months ago in Fiction
The Man Who Lived Twice by [The Davids] . AI-Generated.
When Daniel wakes up to a message claiming he died yesterday, he’s thrust into a single day where time, guilt, and fate all fold in on themselves. Can he fix the one mistake that destroyed everything — or is the cost of redemption one life too many? Let’s find out .
By The Davids11 months ago in Fiction
DON'T BLINK
I don’t know when it started. Maybe it was the rain from that afternoon. Heavy, rhythmic, drumming a cold insistence against the office windows. Maybe it was that blink I didn’t notice until afterward, when the world had quietly shifted a fraction of a second ahead of me.
By Pamela Dirr11 months ago in Fiction
In My Mind, I Let Go First
I sat in my car, crying. Not just because visiting James’ grave was always hard for me, but because of the way Eric acted while at the gravesite. How cold and distant he was the whole time. How his tone lacked any empathy even though he said all the “right” things in the moment.
By Jaye Ruggiero-Cash12 months ago in Fiction
