Holiday
Jimmy And The White Rat. Content Warning.
Jimmy pedaled steadily down the quiet road, his old bike protesting with every turn of the wheels. The rusty chain ground with a low, metallic rattle, as if whispering complaints in time with his movements. Each push of his foot brought a faint squeak from somewhere on the left side. Most people would probably find this noisy bike unbearable, but it was either this or ride the bus every day, and he didn’t plan on ever doing that again. The last time he had, Donnie and Jake had pinned him down and taken turns spitting on him. Even if he had to walk three miles to and from school, he’d never set foot on another school bus.
By Altum Veritasabout a year ago in Fiction
Winter is Coming. Top Story - November 2024.
Oh, god, it's here already. I freeze in place at the sight before me. In this liminal space - white desensitized walls rising high above while semi-organized lines of sheep part around my frozen corpse - I am but a single flake of ice in this storm.
By Amanda Starksabout a year ago in Fiction
Christmas Eve Alone
On a snowy Christmas Eve, as lights sparkled in windows and festive music filled the air, a little girl named Lucy sat quietly in the back seat of her parents’ car, humming to herself. They were on their way home after a visit to her grandmother’s house. Lucy held a small stuffed bear, a Christmas gift, close to her chest. Suddenly, blinding headlights appeared on the road in front of them, and within moments, Lucy’s world was torn apart.
By Grace Guiseabout a year ago in Fiction
