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Put Emotion on Hold
I am taking a break, for I have been thinking too much, about everything and things are coming unglued. So this is my attempt to glue them back together again. In the grand scheme of things, no one cares who I leave my little treasures too, and perhaps I think too much, after all they are just things in the long run,
By Susan Payton19 days ago in Fiction
The Room That Still Knows My Name
I hadn’t been back in years, yet the house recognized me before I recognized myself. The gate creaked the same way it always had, a tired sound that felt older than metal. I paused for a moment, hand resting on the latch, as if the house needed time to decide whether I was still welcome.
By Salman Writes19 days ago in Fiction
The Archive of the Last Seed
The city of Orizon was a marvel of the 24th century. It was a vertical spire of silver and light that pierced the clouds, powered by the constant vibration of the atmosphere. Inside, everything was synthetic. The walls were made of self-healing polymers, the air was scrubbed to a perfect clinical scent, and the food was printed in 3D blocks of nutrient-dense protein. To the citizens of Orizon, "nature" was a high-resolution simulation you could project onto your bedroom walls if you were feeling nostalgic for a history you never lived.
By Asghar ali awan20 days ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker of Chronos Lane
In the heart of a city that never stopped to breathe, there was a narrow alleyway known as Chronos Lane. It was so thin that two people could barely walk abreast, and at its very end sat a shop no larger than a garden shed. The sign above the door didn't say "Jeweler" or "Watch Repair." It simply bore the image of a single, unadorned brass gear.
By Asghar ali awan20 days ago in Fiction
Unknown Number . Honorable Mention in Nothing But Voices Challenge.
“Hello?” “Wow. It’s been forever since I’ve heard your voice.” “Oh my god.” “I know. I’m sorry. I just -“ “You just what? You just couldn’t face it? Couldn’t face me? Too scared to clean up your mess so you just ran?”
By Annie Valenti20 days ago in Fiction
Pernicious With A Purpose
“Olawdry, are you coming to bed yet?” Mairlz called from the bedroom. Olawdry was staring at himself in the mirror pulling down the bags underneath his red eyes. “Yes, sweetie. I’m coming.” He responded tiresome. He hit the light switch, shut the door behind him, and walked over to his side of bed where he could see the moonlight outside the window.
By Devond Devoe20 days ago in Fiction
Can We Talk?
“Do you keep tampons in your wallet?” “Wh- what?” “Do you keep tampons inside your wallet?” “What, with my cash and credit cards? No, that’d be weird, they’d get all bent out of shape and then when I needed to use them, I’d have to go through the trouble of fishing it out of the coins and it’d smell like money, plus I’d be the one that ends up dropping the whole thing to the floor and get toilet germs on it, or someone would reach under the stalls to steal it - you know what people are like-”
By Maddy Haywood20 days ago in Fiction
