Fiction
The Exchange
Slowly making our way to the beach our eyes caught sight of two people talking. Getting closer to see that it was Hannah and Nurse Ratchet we stayed hidden to hear Nurse Ratchet say, "You heard that freak Z, the main building is off limits. I am not going to risking my life or freedom for anyone, especially not you." Hannah said, "I'm running out of my meds." Surprised to hear that I kept myself hidden to hear Hannah also say, "HRT and hormone therapy". Both Nightmare and I thought Hannah is trans? Carefully making a small noise we walked out of the trees. Hannah and Nurse Ratchet looked at us worried.
By Lucy Torralba2 years ago in Chapters
BARE HUNTER
TED I pulled the lockbox down and checked my Glock to be sure the magazine was full, then tucked it into my jeans waistband. If Greg was going to pull some shady shit, I’d be ready. He had agreed to come to my apartment with a pizza and some sodas, so we could sort this mess out together. Or, so he said.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Chapters
The Attendant of Shadows
In the little, languid town of Everwood, settled at the edge of an old woods, stood an old house known as Blackthorn Estate. It had been deserted for a really long time, its once-stupendous veneer currently shrouded in ivy and secret. The residents stayed away from it, murmuring stories of hauntings and condemnations that had kept its entryways solidly shut for ages.
By Ayesha Begum 2 years ago in Chapters
The Chain Letter
It was weird. I felt like there were cold slimy bugs creeping and crawling all over my body. I couldn't think anything else. My body reacted and I ran to the door, pushing it closed. Quick to lock the deadbolt, handle and, fasten the security chain. Trembling, the door felt cool on my skin and I relaxed a little. Finally, my head began to start thinking.
By Adair Sigurdson2 years ago in Chapters
Train, shoes and kindness. Content Warning.
Train, shoes and kindness On a busy train, a gentle old man was sitting by the window, fondling his shiny newly purchased shoes. His eyes sparkled with joy and pride as he looked at the fruits of his labor. Suddenly, a sudden wind blew, carrying the shoe out the window. The old man looked frantically, his heart filled with regret.
By Cindy Pham2 years ago in Chapters
BARE HUNTER
* GREG * Thank God this shit was almost over. I hated lying to Ted for my bosses. I felt like Sisyphus. Their demands changed every day, and I was caught in the middle of rolling that stone up the hill, then had to backtrack. If it weren’t for the regional manager promotion they were dangling in my face, I never would have agreed to this crap.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Chapters
Smartystan
Tunes wafted through the air like the fresh scent of baked bread. The chords, the progressions, the pauses, the rests, all came from Vestin Go’s piano. He still remembered his days at First State Community College where he majored in music exploration. He’d been playing the piano since he could walk and talk. He took it even more seriously as he grew into adolescence and adulthood. By composing a new minuet, he wanted to try out something audacious.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Chapters
The Colors of Odds and Ends
With her brother finally out the door, Charlie sat at the kitchen table and stared out the window at what looked like a perfect day. She thought about going back to bed but was already awake and set in the motions of starting it, teeth brushed and all. She sighed and looked at the piece of paper left for her on the table. Of course this was from her father. Was this passive aggressiveness? That was a concept that she had been accused of at school by people that honestly didn’t do as much as she did. Charlie understood that to move people in a certain direction, you needed to nudge them. That’s what she did at the school paper. As the student editor she needed to assign and ask for updates on stories then put her spin on the outcome, tell the sophomores what quotes to get and who to ask for them. That’s how you manage the paper. Leaving assignments on desks or in the slot organizing system hanging on the press wall, however, was ‘passive aggressive’ per Tyler, the junior that painted his nails black and sucked all the joy out of the room by consistently disagreeing with her assignments.
By G. Douglas Kerr2 years ago in Chapters
