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A Christmas Glitch
The twins were dead. Our hero knew it, and you may imagine that a little something in him unclenched when he saw the news on his screen. Now, at last, he was truly free of them, and the knowledge was like a sigh. Were he a balloon animal, one segment of his torso (or his neck, or one intestinal-esque limb) would have gently unscrewed itself. His heart and lungs lost a little creak that he didn't even know he'd been carrying.
By L.C. Schäfer3 months ago in Fiction
A Call for Help. Content Warning.
"I want to kill myself." The tremble in the voice showed the emergency of the emotion, but was too subtle for most to notice. The man was stressed and had trouble showing his emotions in a typical way - as if there is such a concept as typical or normal.
By The Schizophrenic Mom3 months ago in Chapters
I'm Blaming this on Jack!
Hi Mom & Dad, Sending this with the utmost respect and love (and cowardice) rather than voicing it. I expect you to be both angry and disappointed in me in this decision of mine. Frankly, after all you've done for and sacrificed for me, I don't blame you, not even one little bit.
By Shirley Belk3 months ago in Writers
Free Your Mind
John Hope opened his eyes and found himself lying on a stiff mattress. The mattress was striped and worn out and was covered by a grey comforter that felt like a scratch pad on John’s back. He sat up on the bed and looked ahead and was greeted by the sight of iron doors. John was in a jail cell, but he couldn’t recall why. “What am I doing here?” He thought to himself. “I didn’t commit a crime. I didn’t kill anyone. I don’t even have a criminal record. So why am I in a jail cell?”
By Joe Patterson3 months ago in Fiction
The Museum of a Lost Girls Life. Winner in The Forgotten Room Challenge.
Marie Wildapple spent the first ten summers of her life in the embrace of Veilwood Valley. She arrived there first in the house of Aunt Gabrielle as a toddler with chocolate smeared cheeks and grass-stained knees, trailing after a mother too young to properly belong to anyone, including her own daughter.
By Imola Tóth3 months ago in Fiction
Never The Same Again
How many times have you gone somewhere one month or one year apart and seen that things have changed? How many people have you seen change in a small lapse of time? I know you’ve seen many. Some people don’t want to believe that change can happen fast because it has never happened to them. let me say that it’s normal; not everyone wants or needs change in their life.
By Semra Laureen Hill Jean3 months ago in Humans
Scrooge has entered the building!
From the swirling depths of inner turmoil, I grace you with a moment of much-needed sarcasm... I was gifted/tempted with the task of sharing unbiased opinions for a torrent of uplifting pieces of written art that have found their way to my unapproving eyes.
By Lamar Wiggins3 months ago in Critique
