Fiction

BARE HUNTER
When I got home, I checked the invisible tape on the front and back doors before entering. No one had messed with my apartment while I was gone. The first time in days I didn’t need to overload meds to fall asleep. I chugged a liter of OJ, brushed my teeth, and passed out, exhausted from the day.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Chapters
BARE HUNTER
Walking into work, I stopped at Sharon’s desk to thank her for the nice evening we had. “Hey, you. Thanks for last night.”
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Chapters
BARE HUNTER
The rest of the afternoon crawled by with a pile of financials needing attention. I laughed while looking through a column of numbers and saw Crane Brand- units (17) – White Porcelain- Standard floor model 00871—toilets = $645.59 per unit. on a sheet from the Pentagon.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Chapters
BARE HUNTER
God damned Becca. Today, of all days. she has to pull her shit on me. Why couldn’t she disappear and leave me alone? Maybe I’ll start paying for ass instead of dating. It's so complicated and messy. We dated for like, what, six or seven weeks and she thought I was going to fucking marry her or something? I popped a Paroxetine, a Zoloft, and an Advil before hitting the rack, hoping I had enough meds in me to keep the nightmares away.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Chapters
Portals & Paths: The Nine Gems
Chapter 1: STORM The rain fell hard, in drops as large as mango nuts, pelting the deeply soaked woolen robes of five men as they moved with the storm. The hooded figures slithered through the sprouting shoots of rice as quickly as the tempest blew through the ancient wood, their bare feet barely sinking in the paddy’s soft mud. The man in lead turned his head to see the others following diligently in tow. A prominent nose caught dancing light from a disappearing moon as the dying rays ricocheted through thousands of crystal beads of water. The leader flicked a twisted finger toward the sky. There was a brief calm in the clamor as the group pressed on through the wet, swollen rice fields edging the wood.
By Jeffrey Scott2 years ago in Chapters
Most important Facts about Moon
 The Moon, Earth's just normal satellite, holds a critical spot in mankind's set of experiences, culture, and logical investigation. Here is an outline of its qualities and significance:
By Mohammad Anwar Hossain2 years ago in Chapters
Cold Beer and Hot Politics. Chapter 8.
John was startled awake before dawn by the jangling bedside telephone. Blearily lifting the receiver, he encountered only the cackling voice of his downstairs neighbour, Madame Scheherazade. Between gasping laughs she demanded, "Have you seen today's Mirror, John dearie?" Before he could respond, she rang off, leaving him puzzled by her sudden interest in tabloid sensationalism.
By Tanya Doolin2 years ago in Chapters
Chinese Farewell . Content Warning.
Chinese festivals are deeply rooted in tradition, culture, and mythology, offering a unique insight into the rich tapestry of Chinese civilization. From the grand Spring Festival, also known as Chinese New Year, to the serene Mid-Autumn Festival, these celebrations are marked by vibrant rituals, delicious cuisine, and colorful customs.
By Praveen Pk2 years ago in Chapters
Women Who Stay, 36 (Epilogue). Top Story - June 2024.
Chapter 1 ... Chapter 35 ______________ Money, I found, made my fear of failure easier to live with. I bought an apartment. I remodeled a bedroom into a writing studio. And slowly, like a spoonful of honey, the money eased my frustration with feeling, once again, like a larger, better story had crossed my path. If life kept feeling like this, I could live with it.
By Suze Kay2 years ago in Chapters
Women Who Stay, 35
Chapter 1 ... Chapter 34 ______________ The Janie I created was a second-wave feminist idol, committed to creating the life she wanted. She fought tooth and nail to get it. She comforted herself with what she could -- children, objects, the picture of a perfect life. She accepted her husband as a gay man and knew nothing about what he did in the shadows of their basement. What happened to her was a tragedy. Her story was a woman's scream of warning: nothing hurts you like what you love.
By Suze Kay2 years ago in Chapters
Women Who Stay, Chapter 34
Chapter 1 ... Chapter 33 ______________ With dawning horror, I realized there was no one left to talk with. Or rather, somehow worse: I could talk about Janie forever -- with her children, with her acquaintances, even with her if she were still alive -- and it wouldn't help me write. Because I was stuck at a crossroads.
By Suze Kay2 years ago in Chapters
Ed's twin
The sound of the morning bell brought me back to my body. I jolted into an upright position panting until my body stopped shaking. With closed eyes I searched until my hands found my glasses case. Grumbling I made my way to the bathroom.
By Lucy Torralba2 years ago in Chapters