Stream of Consciousness
The Moral of Light and The Movement of All Things
The Moral of Light and the Movement of All Things As I have spoken before, each of us carries a moral within us—a unique moral that leads toward progression, toward a lesson, a teaching, a realization, a manifestation, and finally a physical representation within reality.
By Chase McQuade3 months ago in Fiction
Anchored in the Fluorescent Hum . Top Story - July 2026.
They talk amongst themselves, and when a touch of mood crosses their faces, their whole bodies wake up like bumblebees, restless, reactive, always shifting. They were all sipping from clear plastic cups, with bags by their feet. The staff who knew each other discussed the new Starbucks menu. The others said oi, which softened the room. But not her, behind her thin‑rimmed glasses. I knew her, but not really; stillness holds her together. She is the kind of person whose warmth stays exactly where it is, steady and unmoving, as distant as the wall and as near as the humming fluorescent lights. I notice her the way I notice the unchanged grain of the carpet, the quiet things that stay where they are. She is the only one anchored in her black formal wear, tapping her index finger, not her thumb, against the screen of her phone.
By Caitlin Charlton3 months ago in Fiction
Autumn Leaves
Dean Benedetto walked over to his favorite spot at 'Zito' Park, a green park bench seated under an old Spruce tree. He looked at the orange and brown leaves on the ground and sighed. He took a deep breath, let the air fill his lungs, and then exhaled.
By John Scipio3 months ago in Fiction
Anyone else
I believe it to be imagined but still sits with me, heavy, all the same. Three separate incidents very similar in nature have occurred to me since posting this story. The first I believed to be timing and luck of fate, the second was much more deliberate, and yet, I still was very lucky and the third, simply rattled me. So…. What say you, writers, after reading my story, or posting your own,
By K.H. Obergfoll3 months ago in Fiction
The Librarian Who Guarded Forbidden Magic
The Library That Never Appeared on Any Map No traveler ever found the library by accident. It stood hidden beyond a winding stone path deep within an ancient forest, a place so old that even the oldest maps refused to acknowledge its existence. Those who searched for it with greed or ambition always lost their way, wandering in circles until the trees returned them to the ordinary world. Only those carrying unanswered questions found the path waiting for them. Amelia had spent her childhood hearing whispers about the forgotten library from her grandfather, who claimed it contained books that were never meant to be read by ordinary people. After his death, she discovered a weathered compass among his belongings. Instead of pointing north, its needle turned toward the forest. Three days later, after following it through thick woods and abandoned trails, Amelia stood before a towering stone building whose shelves were said to hold the most dangerous knowledge ever written.
By Robert Redford3 months ago in Fiction
