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Rage. Top Story - January 2026. Content Warning.
Content Warning: Domestic Violence, Assault Rage D. A. Ratliff “Who did this?” My voice echoed through the house. All I wanted was a cup of tea, but one of the twins, running through the house like maniacs, knocked it over. My nerves tingled, and every muscle in my body felt coiled like a spring. Survival seemed out of reach.
By D. A. Ratliff26 days ago in Fiction
Simple Sammy
Exposition Sammy Frederickson lived in a small, quiet town. He was a small, quiet boy who kept himself to himself. As his family had next to nothing, his friends were animals in the forest surrounding his shack of a home. With no modern gadgets, his entertainment was communing with nature, no matter the weather.
By Julie Lacksonen27 days ago in Fiction
Beat 'Em Then Join 'Em, Friday, September 21st, 2012
“Boy! Front and center,” Anton shouted like a drill sergeant. Toby sat in the warm living room watching The Backyardigans for what must have been the 100th time when he heard his father calling him. With no cable and only three VHS tapes, what other options did he really have? His play station was broken by his mom’s new neighbor friend when they were arguing.
By Anton Mathias Heft 27 days ago in Fiction
Nightmare On Pennywise St, (Present Day) September, 2021 (Fiction)
The next morning, Toby awoke to the obnoxious buzz of an alarm blaring for what seemed like an eternity. The air reeked of stale cat urine and dirty laundry. Sesame Street played on the television in the next room, with the volume so high it seemed as though Elmo was sitting right next to Toby, yelling.
By Anton Mathias Heft 27 days ago in Fiction
The Confrontation, Saturday, September 24th, 2011
“Toby’s dad is ‘it’,” called one of the neighborhood boys at the park. Anton was enjoying his weekly Saturday game of tag with Toby and the neighborhood kids at the local park. The park’s large, grassy area was rarely mowed and riddled with weeds. Random garbage and the occasional pile of dog feces dotted the landscape. In the center of the park was a circular area of old, red mulch with a rust, brown jungle gym in its center. On the side adjacent from each other were two equally deteriorated, brown swing sets. The children used one of the swing sets, while the other set only had one swing left. That individual swing was used by the local drug dealer as a one stop shop for a variety of illegal drugs. He monopolized that spot for a majority of each day.
By Anton Mathias Heft 27 days ago in Fiction
G.I. Joe's Last Stand, Saturday, December 25th, 2010
This was Toby’s best Christmas ever!! He woke up to a mountain of presents, even ones he hadn’t dared ask Santa for. A brand new Playstation 2 sat amid the chaos along with two amazing new games: an adventurous SpongeBob game and Spyro the Dragon. There was also a football, a blue and orange frisbee, a fresh pair of shoes, a stack of new clothes, and not one but two big stockings overflowing with sweetness and joy.
By Anton Mathias Heft 27 days ago in Fiction
The Echo of Water: Washing Away the Scent of Fear
1. A Haunting Nocturnal Ritual For John, his marriage to Mia was supposed to be a sanctuary of peace after years of solitude. Mia was like a figurine of fine crystal; delicate in her movements, soft-spoken, and always trailing a faint scent of hibiscus and vanilla. Yet, beneath this serene surface lay a disturbing nocturnal ritual: twice every night, before retiring to bed, Mia would bathe. It was a rigorous, almost sacred routine that never faltered, regardless of the circumstances. John, a designer with a keen eye for detail, would watch her slip into bed with her back turned to him, whispering a faint "Goodnight" before sinking into a sleep that resembled an escape. He initially dismissed it as a fastidious obsession with cleanliness, never realizing that the water wasn’t for hygiene—it was a desperate attempt to wash away a "memory" that refused to die.
By Mayar Younes27 days ago in Fiction
