Short Story
The Hovering Cursor
Sometimes, restraint is the loudest truth. 💻⌛📝🤔🕊️🌊⚖️ At 10:45 p.m., Mavis reread the email for the umpteenth time. Every word bore truth. Events and witness statements. The credit unfairly claimed, the bribes stealthily offered, apologies that were never extended. Her cursor hovered; she changed her mind and saved the incriminating draft.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin7 days ago in Fiction
All Very Straightforward!
Thanks for watering our garden while we’re away. The last person overwatered and several plants died. Here’s the house key, the front lock is a bit tricky. Be sure to check it has actually locked. There’s not much to know… it’s all pretty straightforward. No need to take notes, we’ll show you around. I’m sure you’ll be fine.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶7 days ago in Fiction
Jump-start Your Writing Journey
My dear friend Nancy had dreams of being a writer after commanding a classroom forever. She figured it would finally give her a creative outlet instead of taking up knitting afghans or cultivating orchids. She hated grading papers and wanted to expand her opportunities. As we met at Panera, she shared that she wanted people to read her thoughts and allow her personal legacy to live on. “Grand idea,” I said. “I want the same.”
By Barb Dukeman8 days ago in Fiction
Two Jars of Honey and a Kiss
Lucas removed his shoes and socks, rolled up his pant legs, and waded into the water hidden behind a wild growth of willow, alder, and pine that shaded the river bank from the hot afternoon sun. Here, the river ran narrow and shallow and the water was clear and cool. Lucas cupped his hands, scooped up some water and threw it in his face. It felt good and washed the sticky dried sweat from his brow. Just a couple of hours earlier, he had been in town selling honey at the market, while sweltering the summer heat. It had been a fine day for him. There was a good market for honey.
By Gail Winfree8 days ago in Fiction
