Fiction
Little Ghetto Boy
My Phone Rang Loudly 📳 8 am… MY THERAPIST📲 * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * I answered the phone - feeling shameful for not having written another Article or anything else yet, and pity for my inadequate self-esteem…
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)2 years ago in Chapters
A Lasting Storm: Chapter 2
Jim graduated high school just a few months after learning about his impending fatherhood. Some saw him as a changed man. Others saw him as what he was, just a scared boy that was in over his head. Jayla saw him, more than anything, as her savior.
By Jason Ray Morton 2 years ago in Chapters
Porsche Man: The English Premier West Ham
While Team GB Lionesses were scoring successful goals down under, Porsche Man welcomed the new season with concerns due to high powered changes. Over the break, cleaning out the refrigerator and discarding magical rice that she believed brought good opportunity fortune prioritized her agenda.
By Marc OBrien2 years ago in Chapters
Save One Bullet
During my trip to the mall, I intended to buy myself the works, cut, color, nails, pedicure and finish off the day with a week’s worth of brand-new clothes. It was early enough in the day at the salon they had plenty of openings. After telling the stylist what I wanted she began mixing up a magic potion in a little ceramic cup and snapped on gloves like she was preparing to do a prostate exam. Wait. I don’t have one of those.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Chapters
"The Enchanted Locket"
Once upon a time, in a quiet village nestled between rolling hills and lush forests, lived a young woman named Elara. Elara was known throughout the village for her warm heart and unwavering kindness. She spent her days tending to the flowers in her garden and helping those in need, making her a beloved figure among her neighbors.
By Ronald Wilcox 2 years ago in Chapters
It Takes Two. Runner-Up in Chapters Challenge.
Chapter 4 Save One Bullet 'Torture him', the mirror had told me. I could follow the mirror’s good advice and shred Tom piece by piece for the next thirty or so years instead of divorcing him. Then, again, as I ruminated over the last twenty years, and the imbalance of our relationship, perhaps things were never as rosy as they had seemed. Had mom’s progressing dementia become such a focus in my life that I missed the signs of a failing marriage?
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Chapters
Enemy of Good
08/11/2023, Friday afternoon, 4 pm Office of Rosalee Jones, Licensed Professional Counselor A curse afflicts this time slot. I understand that with every bone in my body. The last thing anyone wants to do before skipping onto a raucous weekend is to dwell on personal demons for an hour. I’ve seen the same faces for years on end, and then there’s this, this time slot, where no client has made it past a few meetings. I wish I could say that was the only thing feeding my apathetic attitude today. But, watching her talk at me from across the room, I knew there was more to it.
By Forbidden Pages2 years ago in Chapters
