Stream of Consciousness
Riverdale: A Town of Secrets and Scandals
Riverdale, a seemingly idyllic small town nestled in the heart of America, hides a sinister underbelly. Beneath its charming facade lies a world of secrets, scandals, and a dark conspiracy that threatens to unravel the lives of its residents.
By Kelly Munala Brookesabout a year ago in Fiction
Reflections. Top Story - October 2024.
Snick! The door clicks closed. I can’t see her yet; she is too far away, the lighting too low. But I know it is her – recognise the way the shadows drape around her, shielding her from prying eyes. And so, I wait, patiently. It’s what I do: I sit, and I wait, and when she is near…
By Veronica Stoneabout a year ago in Fiction
Dear Beatrice
Beatrice entered the kitchen half asleep even though it was four in the afternoon. There was a small pause, then everyone went back to their current activity. Beatrice sighed and walked over to the refrigerator. Her exhaustion only grew in the realization that nobody went to the store and her note remained ignored on the fridge door. The sound of the refrigerator door shutting louder than normal did not seem to affect the ecosystem in the kitchen. Every damn day…Beatrice thought to herself.
By Michelle Nguyenabout a year ago in Fiction
Chocolat Chaud. Runner-up in Unreliable Challenge.
put the gun down except he didn't say it like that it was more like put... the gun... down. the words were like that hot chocolate mum bought me in France when i was little. comforting and commanding all at once. very grown up
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
The Last Page
Sarah fought her way through the unyielding sheets of rain that fell on the cobblestoned avenues of Oldtown, her umbrella just barely preventing a downpour from soaking her to the bone. The charming narrow streets and the dozens of centuries-old buildings had always made it an enjoyable place to stroll, but tonight, something about them felt oppressive. Memories of stories about the haunted old library at the end of the street with its ghostly wordsmith crept up her spine, making her shiver.
By Nazmul Hossainabout a year ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Himalayas
The wind howled through the narrow valley, carrying with it a chill that seemed to claw at Rahul’s bones. He pulled his shawl tighter around his shoulders as he stood at the edge of the cliff, peering into the endless expanse of mountains that rose and fell like ancient waves, frozen in time. Somewhere, far below, the village of Kalpa was wrapped in mist, obscured by the thick veil of fog that always seemed to hover over the Himalayas at dusk.
By Rajesh Dhiman (Rajesh)about a year ago in Fiction
The Encounter
It was an ordinary afternoon when Ruth first saw Daniel. The sun had dipped low in the sky, casting a warm golden hue over the city streets. Ruth had just finished work and was making her usual walk through the park, her scarf wrapped tightly around her neck to fight off the crisp chill in the air. The leaves crunched under her boots, and the air smelled of cinnamon and faint traces of burning wood from nearby chimneys.
By Chiamaka Jenniferabout a year ago in Fiction
