Mystery
Why?
“Trina! Over here!” Trina turned her head, and her heart threatened to leap out of her chest when she saw Steven waving his arm in a big, exaggerated motion, with a giant smile on his face. Trina fell in love with her boyfriend all over again as she navigated past the clusters of tables towards him. It had only been a few months since they started dating, but Trina was still very much in the honeymoon phase of courtship. The phase where everything that Steven did for her made her feel like she could fly if she just jumped off a chair. The phase where everything Steven said with that bright smile of his made her feel like she was made out of rainbows and sugar.
By Rebecca Patton16 days ago in Fiction
Family Obligations Chapter 3
Memories flowed back as Cole walked down the corridor. He'd had good reasons for leaving, but he couldn't deny that he had some good memories, too. He found his feet moving automatically towards his father’s quarters. Even before he left, his mother had had her own quarters, but he knew she wouldn’t be there now. She’d left not long after him and he had no idea where she was now. But that was not his concern right now. He was here for his father.
By Reb Kreyling16 days ago in Fiction
Untitled
A dark shadow covers the silent, stone-hot city. My boyfriend just kicked me out in the middle of the night with all my belongings. I take a few steps down the urine-stinking street and collapse onto a bench. With nowhere to go, I still sit here, waiting.
By Anastasia Tsarkova16 days ago in Fiction
Chrome Hearts
The cowboy hat draped over one eye was black leather, scuffed and worn, like it’d seen some things, but the leg peeking through the lace slit of her skirt was brand new, chrome plated titanium, fastened together with countersunk bolts. Whoever she was, she was special. Or used to be.
By Faris Lannon17 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 Devoe18 days ago in Fiction
Ok fine...
“Why are you saying that? He hates you, and she hates you worse!” “But for what right? Did I ever do anything to them? What true cause did they have for hating me and for what? Breathing? Being alive? Seriously, did I ever embarrass them publicly just to be vindictive or mean, or did I just sit there still and silent? They made it into a public court record and spectacle.”
By Verna K Gunderson19 days ago in Fiction
