Short Story
Babbling Dixie
The short form of tomorrow is never the whole story. Abbreviations mean nothing when we are born to die and we all are aren't we? Being spoken for before birth is something we're not supposed to remember like some kind of karma after effect. Still here we are spending our lives looking for each other.
By Canuck Scriber Lisa Lachapelleabout 2 hours ago in Fiction
The Digital Ghost
Have you ever noticed how the brightest screens leave the darkest shadows? We spend our lives building a digital monument to a person that doesn't actually exist. We have become a generation of ( Digital Ghosts) - haunting our own lives instead of living them. you check your phone to see if you're happy , but the screen only tells you if you're liked. Ask yourself: If you couldn't post about it... would you still be doing it?"
By Shani Storytellerabout 6 hours ago in Fiction
The Insulted and the Miraculous. Content Warning.
My mother and I found ourselves in one of those establishments--Italian, perhaps, or some pale imitation thereof--where the air is thick with the scent of garlic and the clatter of plates, and every glance from a stranger feels like an accusation.
By ANTICHRIST SUPERSTARabout 9 hours ago in Fiction
LHS Class of 01 The Reunion
On the ride home, the city lights blur into a river of colors, and he found himself reflecting on everything they said and heard. Joan looks out the window, her profile illuminated, and she murmurs, “Do you think we’ll come back next year?” He glanced at her, feeling the warmth of her presence, and answered, “If we keep making memories like tonight, I’m sure we will.” The conversation drifts to plans for future gatherings, shared recipes, and the possibility of taking a trip together, all while the hum of the engine becomes a steady backdrop to our renewed connection. They were also thinking about Valerie and how she will deal with her pending divorce.
By Forest Greenabout 18 hours ago in Fiction
LHS Class of 01 The Reunion
Joan felt a warm tear escape, quickly brushed away, and whispered, “It’s like we’re stepping back into a living memory, not just looking at it.” Scott, his hand resting lightly on her back, replied, “And we get to add a new chapter tonight, one we’ll talk about for the next reunion.”
By Forest Greenabout 18 hours ago in Fiction
Wolf Kindred
Njall had never felt comfortable in the pinewood of the Blackmore clan's lands. The trees here seemed to grow beyond the rules of the ground, reaching out to the sky mother who blanketed the air above. The environment gave him a sense of unease that rarely ceased, even though he'd been born here, had grown up here - became an apprentice under their shadowy canopy here.
By Amanda Starksabout 19 hours ago in Fiction
LHS Class of 01 The Reunion
The cool breeze carried whispers of distant music and the distant hum of city life, offering a soothing backdrop to their renewed dialogue. They spoke of reaching out to Valerie, of offering silent support, and of the importance of staying connected despite the inevitable drift that adulthood imposes. In that moment, the reunion transformed from a mere gathering of old acquaintances into a reaffirmation of enduring friendship, a reminder that even when lives unravel in unexpected ways, the threads of shared history can be pulled tight again, providing comfort and solidarity amidst the inevitable storms of change.
By Forest Greenabout 19 hours ago in Fiction
