Mystery
Riches to Rags
Ugh! I'm still so groggy. How is it that I have a hangover? I don't have a head to ache. I'm not even human. I'm just an old rag. Though, I didn't start out that way. I'm actually part of a t-shirt. Well...I was. My memories are starting to come back now. Familiar sounds coming back to me. Loud swearing and...hockey! Not just any hockey, it's the Bruins!
By Clyde E. Dawkins2 years ago in Fiction
Baby Doll
“Now, tell me what happened,” my middle-aged neighbor, Scott, said from across the kitchen table. I couldn't say anything at first. I couldn't even bring myself to look him in the eyes. I just stared down at the steaming mug of tea warming my hands, searching for the right words to explain the disaster at my house.
By Taylor Rigsby2 years ago in Fiction
"The Enchanted Library"
Once upon a time, in a small village nestled between rolling hills and ancient forests, there stood a mysterious library. Its ivy-covered walls whispered tales of magic, but few dared to enter. Rumors spoke of books that held secrets, pages that shimmered with enchantments, and a librarian who could see into the very hearts of those who ventured within.
By Dim Esther2 years ago in Fiction
He Lived For 2000 Years And Cannot Die Until Jesus Comes To Earth A Second Time
In the quiet ambiance of an evening supermarket, a peculiar conversation unfolds near the shelves, entwined with tales of a man who claims to have lived for two millennia. The mundane setting transforms into a stage for an extraordinary encounter, as a young man engages in a phone call with his irritated wife, attempting to justify an unintentional shopping mishap involving a PlayStation.
By Abdallah Daud2 years ago in Fiction
Girls’ Night Out. Top Story - January 2024.
Girls’ night out! I hear it all the time, but rarely have I been fortunate enough to enjoy it with my sister. I nudge her with excitement, and we clench the opportunity. Usually, when we hear those three words, our attendance is often overlooked. Tonight, everything changes with the agenda, including dinner and dancing. Dancing, the honey to a tea of nostalgia. Occasionally, we are invited to dinner. After all, our exquisite appearance matches perfectly with a fancy five-star restaurant. Our sparkling petit bodies shimmer like a red ruby. But, dancing was taboo. The last dance adventure was months ago, almost leading to our separation by the excitement it conjured. Despite the past hazard, several drinks at dinner later, we are enfolded by a mass of people and booming music in the club. Everyone is dancing in-sync to the latest hip/hop trap beat compiled with electronic dance music. As the four by four measured time signature strikes the ear, I feel every strand of hair moving rhythmically against my body. Alcoholic euphoria fills the atmosphere, and I become intoxicated by the ambience. Every jerky bob begins to weaken my grip on my safety, raising the level of danger with every intensified beat drop. Gradually, black out from the melodic menacing machine, thrusted down into a drunken stupor.
By Iris Harris2 years ago in Fiction
The Voice in the Radiator
Alright, so, there's this guy, Jake, right? Total tech geek, loves fiddling with old gadgets and stuff. His apartment's like a museum of vintage tech. One day, he's at this flea market and spots this ancient, beat-up radiator. Looks like it's seen better days, but Jake, he's got a thing for quirky old stuff.
By Iwan Soleh2 years ago in Fiction
The Whole
For Mackenzie Davis' "Send Me Your Photo/Ekphrastic" Challenge (links below): The ice on the lake is at least two feet thick. The temperature: twelve below zero. That’s Fahrenheit. Three o’clock in the afternoon. That’s going to be the high for the day. Fairly balmy compared to the past month & a half out here on the bay. The hole in the ice is fresh right over the deepest waters out here. Nothing has even begun crystalizing over the opening. Nor is there any steam rising from the surface.
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock2 years ago in Fiction








