Short Story
I Like You
The metal bleachers of the football field were so cold, it made Regan shiver as it creeped in through her jeans. It was Friday night, and the stadium lights cast long shadows of the goalposts across the turf. She was sitting on the highest row, her fingers digging into the straps of her backpack. Inside the bag was a heavy glass jar of paint. The weight was the only thing that was bringing Regan any kind of comfort.
By Sara Wilsonabout an hour ago in Fiction
You Make Your bed
Matthew is sleeping is his bed when he is suddenly awakened by a rock being thrown at his bedroom window. “What the heck is that?” He said to himself as he was rousted from his sleep. “Matthew! Matthew! Get up fool!” A voice called down to him from the other side of his bedroom window. Matthew climbed out of his messy bed and went to the bedroom window to investigate.
By Joe Pattersonabout an hour ago in Fiction
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1996 When pavements got hot in the summer time, that called for drivers to drop tops and crank up AC units in their four wheeled stallions. Twenty-four-year-old Gregorian Vault leaned back in his seat into the “ghost position.” If you rolled up beside him, it would appear as if no one drove the car with his seat reclined at such an extreme angle. He looked lanky and light skinned. He sported three hundred and sixty degree waves.
By Skyler Saundersabout 2 hours ago in Fiction
Above From Below Part 6
Dragging in Major Kohl had not been in the plan, but he was unsure why she'd bothered to find him in Texas. This wasn't her fight, and Nico wasn't her brother. In Rick Steele's distrustful mind, something about the Major turning on her command, and against the country, by sharing the truth with him, didn't sit well. As he hadn't stared a gift horse in the mouth, Major Kohl's revelations about Nico's accident were a blessing, but to Rick, it wasn't that simple.
By Jason Mortonabout 6 hours ago in Fiction
The Gnash Lawn
The sun over the suburbs was a cruel, mocking eye, bleaching the life out of the cracked pavement and the dying stalks of what Gary Wallace once called a lawn. It wasn't a lawn anymore; it was a battlefield of waist-high weeds and patches of dirt that looked like mange on an old dog.
By Meko James about 7 hours ago in Fiction
The Lower Shelf
The Lower Shelf by luccian.layth An old bookstore on a street he won't remember the name of. Ghaith pulls a book from the bottom shelf, wipes the dust with his finger without meaning to. A woman stands nearby reading upright, as though standing is part of the act.
By LUCCIAN LAYTHabout 9 hours ago in Fiction
The Cost of Waiting. Content Warning.
Peanut wasn't one of the cats who came to us. We went to him. At the time we weren't a sanctuary yet. We were living in an apartment, loving the cats we already had. One day I was standing on my balcony when I heard someone talking about a cat that was lying by the doorstep to another apartment building. At first, we weren't going to intervene. After some time, we knew we had to.
By Special Little Whiskers Kitten Sanctuaryabout 10 hours ago in Fiction
What's It All For?
What’s It All For The phrase ‘the forest for the trees’ is used repeatedly, leading me to overlook how personal struggles blocked my broader perspective. By late 1998, during my failing six-year marriage, I was overwhelmed by panic, which had become my norm. My marriage to Spence was never ideal; escaping a cruel family, I clung to him as my only source of validation. That was a mistake. After six years of ostracism for marrying him, I was trying to hold on for reasons I couldn't explain.
By Alexandra Grantabout 10 hours ago in Fiction
Time Bomb. Top Story - April 2026. Content Warning.
Theresa hobbled forward like a broken clock. Tick…tick tock, tock, tick… She thought about the events in her young life that had brought her to this moment. What was the ticking bomb that pushed her over the edge?
By Julie Lacksonenabout 11 hours ago in Fiction
