Stream of Consciousness

The Clockmaker’s Heir
The bell over the door tinkled with a sound as delicate as a whisper, despite its rusted spring and age. Elliot Travers stepped into the clock shop his grandfather had owned for nearly sixty years, inhaling the scent of varnished wood, oil, and time. It hadn’t changed in the two decades since he’d last visited as a boy—though the man who once stood behind the counter, stooped and grinning, was now gone.
By Ashley Anthonyabout a year ago in Fiction
I Quit!
To Whom It May Concern (presumably one of the sentient cacti in HR): I am writing this letter to formally tender my resignation from Invertech Solutions Inc., effective immediately, or whenever the office stops spinning sideways on Wednesdays. I’ve tried to make this decision with clarity, rational thought, and at least three kinds of herbal tea, but alas, no chamomile in this universe could prepare me for the continuing existential carnival that is working at Invertech.
By V-Ink Storiesabout a year ago in Fiction
He Didn’t Die. He Just Disappeared Inside Himself.
They all said he just vanished. One day, he was the loudest laugh in the room, the guy who could pull you out of any dark mood with nothing but sarcasm and bad coffee. The next, he was a ghost behind his own eyes, breathing, walking, and answering when spoken to, but… gone.
By Timeless Truthsabout a year ago in Fiction
The Last Message
She found the old phone buried beneath the loose floorboard in the attic. The house smelled of dust and forgotten memories, the light from her flashlight trembling across faded wallpaper. The phone was cracked and worn, the kind that felt heavy in her hand — a relic from another time.
By Get Richabout a year ago in Fiction
The Bus to Anywhere
The gas station smelled like gasoline, cold coffee, and memories. Ella didn’t mind. It was the kind of nowhere place that didn’t ask questions—a blessing when you’re trying to disappear.
By Shohel Ranaabout a year ago in Fiction
Chimney Soot. Top Story - May 2025.
Author's Note: This story was inspired by the poem 'Suburban Sonnet' by Gwen Harwood. Enjoy! ~ Ms Annabelle Morrison enters the hall, holding an envelope and a page of handwritten notes. It is her sister, Margaret’s funeral. This is Belle’s speech.
By Ruby Redabout a year ago in Fiction
The Quiet Thing
I don’t know exactly when it began. There was no thunderclap, no revelation. Just a slow, almost imperceptible shift. A sense that something invisible had taken its place beside me, not with noise or threat, but with the patience of something ancient.
By Billys Zafeiridis about a year ago in Fiction
When Tiger Met Lion at Lake
The Pact by the Lake The sun filtered gently through the towering trees, painting the forest in hues of gold and green. The air was thick with the scent of moss and blooming wildflowers, and somewhere nearby, a stream trickled its way into a still, glistening lake. At the water’s edge, two magnificent beasts crouched in silence— a Bengal tiger and an African lion.
By Mukhtiar Ahmadabout a year ago in Fiction
The Oath of the Desert
In the vast, sun-scorched deserts of Qinghai, China, where the land cracks open like a parched mouth and the wind carries whispers of thirst, there exists a place where water is not a gift but a promise—a promise measured in kilograms. Here, three pounds of water per day define the boundaries of life. Three pounds to drink, to wash rice and vegetables, to sustain the breath of livestock whose labors are the heartbeat of survival. For generations, the people of this land have learned to ration hope as sparingly as the water itself.
By Heydoabout a year ago in Fiction
Whispers Beneath the Mango Trees
The First Light of Mango Grove In the gentle warmth of dawn, the first light of the sun crept across the horizon, spilling gold over the lush, dew-drenched fields. The scent of mango blossoms floated on the morning breeze, soft and sweet, stirring the peaceful landscape awake. It was the time when even the birds hesitated to chirp, reverent of the stillness that hovered over the land like a sacred prayer.
By Mukhtiar Ahmadabout a year ago in Fiction
A Test of Truth: A Short Story About Integrity
The Surprise That Changed Everything It was a misty Friday morning in Greenhill Town. The school bell had just rung, and class 7B at Oakridge School was buzzing with chatter and sleepy yawns. But something unusual was about to happen—something that would test more than just academic skills.
By Ahmad Malikabout a year ago in Fiction
The Filtered Life
Maya scrolled through her phone under the covers, the glow of the screen lighting her face in the dark room. Another selfie, another tropical beach, another flawless outfit with a caption like *“No filter needed #grateful”*. It was 2:17 a.m., and she had school in five hours, but the endless scroll was hypnotizing.
By Gabriela Toneabout a year ago in Fiction