Series
Amicable Silence
"What the hell am I going to do?" Victoria asked herself out loud as she sat up in her bed. Her hair was drenched from sweat and stuck to her face. This revelation was hard for her to accept because if she could accept that Michael had that kind of power over her she had to accept that he also held it over her mother.
By Jennifer S. Benson 4 years ago in Fiction
The Blessed City
For the second day, Maleah woke to the slow pull of water. Rising, she cleared the sleep from her eyes and peered around the room. Someone had put a blanket over her in the night and for that, she was grateful as she felt the air bite her exposed skin.
By Tiffanie Harvey4 years ago in Fiction
The Blessed City
The day passed promptly. Shades of dark purple framed the clouds. Spackled pink puffs clung to the remains of the day and from its bed, the moon rose. Many men retreated to playing games with cups and several-sided dies. She ignored their hoots when they were pleased and howls when they weren't.
By Tiffanie Harvey4 years ago in Fiction
Crooked
On Saturday morning, I enjoyed the silence. I sipped hot coffee and thumbed through the pages of a book that I had intended to read some time ago, yet had never gotten past the prologue. I let the sliding door out to the balcony remain open, the breeze rustling the leaves of various potted plants around the space. I listened to the birds and the city sounds of hustle and bustle and enjoyed the steady quiet inside my head. Unfortunately, my blissful morning was interrupted by a knocking on the door that sent my stomach up into my throat.
By E. M. Otten4 years ago in Fiction
JACK OF DIAMONDS
“Why are there no fuckin’ lights out this way?” Reggie asked, the single beam of the torch he was carrying barely able to light a path through the warehouse. There was a threatening darkness eating at the edge of the light. “Is it too much to think they might get electricity out here sometime this century?” He shot the beam upward, trying to see into the rafters. The light was too weak to penetrate the distance, and was soon lost in the shadows.
By ben woestenburg4 years ago in Fiction
I can stop whenever I want!
Disclaimer "This piece is about mental health awareness and the struggle many people face every single day. It is not meant as a diagnostic tool or to give any medical advice whatsoever. Every individual has their own story and their own treatment plan, so even if you see part of yourself in this piece, it's vital that you seek the help of a trained professional. It IS okay not to be okay."
By Sofia Duarte4 years ago in Fiction
JACK OF DIAMONDS
It was a three mile walk back to the farm. Claire left shortly after four in the afternoon, hoping to keep up with the last of the day’s light. I should’ve taken the horse and wagon, that’s what I should’ve done, she told herself, switching hands as the handles of the cloth bag she was carrying cut the circulation off, turning her fingers blue. The knives grew heavier as she carried them, but it was no bother as far as she was concerned. I’d rather be weighed down with the knives, than a dust rag, she told herself. Life for women in this day and age didn’t leave one with a lot of options, she knew, and being a cook in one of the big Manor houses was the best a woman could hope for.
By ben woestenburg4 years ago in Fiction
Pure Spite
Episode 1 I released the Monster. So, what do Monsters do? They eat things. Why did I do it? Pure spite. Drenching me, I sweat out every drop of water in my body. For the desert outside Tucson, Arizona, it was a virtual baptism, purifying me. All the bullshit was unimportant. The scales fell from my eyes. They had almost got me to kill myself.
By Mark Stigers 4 years ago in Fiction
