Short Story
Why I Hate Chipmunks
So get a load of this, the rest of us are dressed as polar bears, and Tommy, that numskull, shows up as a panda bear. A panda bear, for Christ’s sake. He tells me he couldn’t find a polar bear suit, but hey, lucky him, he’s still got this one from his daughter’s tenth birthday party. Yeah, that’s great. We’re about to pull off the biggest score the northern territories have ever seen, and this mug strolls up like he is about to pass out balloons.
By Steve Lance23 days ago in Fiction
A Friend for Winter
The cold darkness was overwhelming, but nothing could distract me from the constant jostling, rattling, and intermittent lurching. The dull hum was occasionally interrupted by a whoosh, a screech, a honk, and, on one occasion, even a crash. Focusing on the noise did little to divert my attention from my unbearable discomfort—folded tightly into a space no one should be forced to occupy.
By Shelby Larsen23 days ago in Fiction
Happy New Year to Everyone!
As we stand on the threshold of a new year, it is a time to reflect on the past twelve months and look forward with hope and intention. The past year has been full of challenges and moments of growth. We have faced personal struggles, witnessed societal changes, and navigated a world that often seems uncertain. Yet even in the face of adversity, there is always room for hope, for compassion, and for the pursuit of understanding.
By Tim Carmichael23 days ago in Fiction
The Dying Swan
“Good grief, it’s 8 AM on a Saturday morning. Why’d you wake me?” “Sorry, but I couldn’t wait any longer. While you slept, I was up with the sweats and then cold chills. I think this flu is going to be the end of me.” “I would like you to get me a cup of hot tea with honey and lemon and some toast.” “And besides my mother got me all upset as well yesterday.”
By Rasma Raisters23 days ago in Fiction
Stepping Out. Top Story - December 2025.
The gravel of the walkway shifted under the soles of his shoes, and responded to each step with its constant crunching and clacking chatter. The throng of gray and white raised their voices in deliberation, discussing matters of import that had been left unsaid for days.
By Aaron Morrison23 days ago in Fiction
Once Upon the Shoulders of Giants
Funny it should rain today, Ariel thought as she wiped the misted rain droplets off the top of the reliquary. She tucked her short blonde hair behind her ear and unfurled her sleeves. An admittedly disenchanted, middle-aged archaeologist, Ariel had never been one to appreciate the irony of weather in a situation, but there was a first time for everything.
By Call Me Les24 days ago in Fiction
The Walls Have Always Spoken. Top Story - February 2023.
If walls could talk, would you stop and listen to us? If you did, we would tell you that every wall hopes to encounter a woman such as Maria and when we do, we pass along the tale in a never ending trail of gossip, each of us building onto the story. Therefore, this is not the tale told from simply one wall, but all the walls that make up a person’s life; although I myself exist only because the tale took place. Will you listen to me for a while?
By Call Me Les24 days ago in Fiction
