Latest Stories
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Unaccounted Dreams
Lydia sat on the edge of the sofa, never completely relaxed nor ready for anything either. She sipped tea politely listening to Erika's mumbling. Money on the brain. That's all she thinks of. Lydia knew they had everything needed or could ever want, but no, Erika always wanted more.
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)6 days ago in Fiction
Pot Belly
The sour smell of the basement resembled a garbage disposal. Flies, sweaty from the scorching summer, circled the fruits and vegetables, munching on flour and potatoes before settling on the compost bucket. They dined there for a while, finding solace and freedom from human hands and a break from the endless circling air. After all, they were regulars, and that demanded respect.
By Moon Desert6 days ago in Fiction
Valentine's Day Sucks
Valentine’s Day sucks. Boyd sighed as he saw Charlie sidle up to the bar and order a beer. A few feet away sat his girlfriend. This was a problem. His friend Charlie ran a standard Valentino scam on vampires: He would seduce them and then kill them. He was good at it. However, he had a healthy libido, so occasionally he would fall for a target. This could cause complications.
By Jamais Jochim6 days ago in Fiction
Romantic Picnic For Two
The evening air hung heavy and hot, unseasonably warm for April. As the sun sank down, hovering just over the mountains in the distance, its angry glare blinded Tanya as she walked westward. Cursing herself for forgetting her sunglasses, she shifted the weight of the pack on her shoulders, letting a rivulet of sweat slip down her spine. Her feet angrily protested her choice to place fashion over function as the leather of her sandals chafed the back of her heel and sides of her toes. But Tanya didn't stop or slow. She moved forward, watching the trees in the distance grow closer with each step.
By A. J. Schoenfeld7 days ago in Fiction
Maps and half-assed cures
My best friend is sort of mad at me but can’t blame me so he has to just suck it up, as my husband says. “When I literally had broken bones last time we did this—- we still carried on. We don’t even know what’s going on with you, Bex…” Hudson grips, looking at all the laid out papers that Jack left me.
By Melissa Ingoldsby7 days ago in Fiction
A Guest at 10:17
Every night at precisely 10:17, Marianne set the table for two. The ritual was simple. A chipped ceramic plate beside a slightly smaller one, two spoons of sugar heaped into matching crystal bowls, and a single pale lavender candle placed between them just so. It had begun the night Calvin first asked her to stay, to make dinner together before he went back to the city. A momentary thing, she’d said. A simple meal. But something about that first night had felt like the hinge of an old door. Once it closed, she could still feel the vibration in the frame.
By Christine Nelson7 days ago in Fiction
