Series
The Beginnings Of the 404 Pixie Post Office
When you think of a post office, you probably imagine a building filled with mailboxes and people in uniform. But what if I told you that there was another kind of post office, one where the workers were born from the mirror world and brought back to Earth by a glitch in the system?
By Aella Ivy Reverie3 years ago in Fiction
Roaring Into The Abyss
They call it the Roaring 20s. Hopeful, in a way. As if all we have to do to banish the lingering spectre of the Great War is to shout loud enough. To party as if the war never happened. As if the legions of dead will be alive again, or the maimed and crippled made whole once more.
By Natasja Rose3 years ago in Fiction
On the streets of... #5
After everyone got their partners, the briefing ended. Carlos' new partner was an old dude called Carvelli. He had a glorious cloud of white hair around his long face and he wore a long, black coat that had a red lining. He kinda looked like an old stage magician. Molly (that was the prettier McRoy's first name) was a detective for two years now, so she got her own newbie.
By John H. Knight3 years ago in Fiction
Christmas is coming, are you prepared?
Christmas is coming. I could feel a shift in the air. The coffee shop in front of our building was getting decorated with Christmas Tree. A snowman stood on the front porch and now we have new furniture that my sis forced me to buy from her online store.
By Hazel Paradise3 years ago in Fiction
Twin Box
From the Personal Journal and Factual Record of Events of and involving Stanly H. McGee Jr. 1 – Too Late The doorbell rang but I did not hear it. I was too busy trying to find my keys. I was late. Not just a little late, but truly and terribly late. It was my first day at a new job and I was going to late. I felt like this was one of those things that happened in story, maybe some sort of sitcom, except this was not funny, not funny at all. If this were a sitcom, then some hilarious hijinks would ensue but, in the end, it would all work out. I would even walk away with a new love interest, a friendship that would be cultivated into something deeper over an excruciatingly long time. Like two or three seasons at least.
By Floyd Doolittle3 years ago in Fiction
Layered
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. A clear reminder of what I need to do. A trip from work is often a good token but this was representative of my one chance left and a reminder I shouldn't mess up. The toleration of me so far, I feel has been because they know my charismatic parents and their belief I'm not maximizing my ability, at least not yet. I can be an artist but it just doesn't serve me. This four day work trip up to Minnesota sounded interesting. I drove to the cabin, a fellow employee recommended with with my friend to enjoy a little break on her maternity leave. She was uneasy about doing this due to her worry and attachment her son, Adrien. It also seemed out of tradition for the Douglas family women but her husband, Kellen encouraged her to take the opportunity. " Inès, are you good? We're here now!", I said. She wakes up a bit groggy and apologized for sleeping through most of the four hour drive there. "Oh please don't apologize", I tell her. "Auri, this looks great. I hope the drive wasn't too bad.",she said. To which I reply it was fine.
By Merritt Xavier3 years ago in Fiction
