Short Story
A Quiet Kind of Ache
The dorm room feels hollow. The grey Boston University lamp on my wooden brown desk is the only source of light in the room, casting long and uneven shadows over the empty twin XL bed across from mine. My roommate left to head home for the weekend. Her absence shouldn’t bother me this much, but somehow, it does. The silence has its own presence in the room. The atmosphere feels heavy and dense without her occasional remarks, rustling, and tapping on the keyboard. The quietness is the unspoken proof that I’m completely alone.
By Yamuni Kaijumi14 days ago in Fiction
Unanswered
“Hi honey. I'm sorry I missed your call, I was in my meeting. I guess you must also be busy at the moment, haha. I'm sorry I missed you and sorry you've missed me, I'd love to have heard your voice right now. I'm on my way. This long distance shit is killing me, I can't wait to be back home, hopefully work never sends me this far away again.
By Liam Storm14 days ago in Fiction
The Baker's Paradox
Rutaa wiped the sweat draining off his bald head like a stream before drinking an entire goblet of water. The water wasn’t cool, nothing in his bakery was cool at the best of times, but the festival wasn't the best of times for a baker. He appreciated the humble reprieve none the less.
By Matthew J. Fromm14 days ago in Fiction
Born in January
It wasn’t the right time to leave a party, nor the right time to tell your hostess you weren’t feeling well and you had to leave immediately. The hostess shook her head like the defection was nothing new and went back to attending to her more worthwhile guests. Annaliese’s friend, Kimberly, offered to drive her back to the house, but Annaliese wouldn’t hear of it.
By Stephanie Van Orman14 days ago in Fiction
