Stream of Consciousness
No Escape for the XY. Content Warning.
I don't know anything about boats. It's something my dad is fascinated with, I go with him anyway because maybe I'll learn something. He's very handy, I feel so useless sometimes when I'm with him. How did he and my mom end up together? I have no idea. I see them and I can't help but question my existence but I guess if Dad can meet a woman like Mom, there might be hope for me after all, right?
By Don Anderson IIabout a year ago in Fiction
The Internet Bar Chronicles: A Life Lived in the Present
I knew Wei back in middle school in Xi’an, China. He was the kind of guy who seemed almost invisible at school, always on the fringes, and often a target for the meaner kids. Perhaps out of pity or something else, I took him under my wing. On Friday nights, we’d sneak out to the Internet bar in the "village inside the city"— a dense, chaotic maze of narrow streets and old brick buildings hidden within the city’s modern exterior. The village was alive with activity, neon lights from restaurants and street stalls painting the night in vibrant colors. We’d stay there until midnight on Friday and Saturday nights, lost in the glow of the computer screens in the Internet bar, playing games until our eyes were heavy with sleep. But after middle school, our paths diverged. I went to a different high school, then abroad for college. We lost touch, and I wasn’t even sure which high school he attended—perhaps he didn’t make it to a regular one, likely ending up in a trade school instead. It was only earlier this year, on a whim, that I wished him a happy birthday. To my surprise, we ended up exchanging messages, and through these conversations, I learned more about his life over the past years.
By Harry Hallerabout a year ago in Fiction
Unraveling the Mystery of Dream Symbols
In the heart of a bustling city, where glass towers kissed the sky and the streets pulsed with life, there lived a young woman named Eliza. To her friends and colleagues, Eliza seemed to have it all—an enviable job in a prestigious law firm, a chic apartment, and a vibrant social life. But beneath her polished exterior, she grappled with an invisible and growing disquiet.
By Stephen Segun about a year ago in Fiction
Osmosis. Top Story - August 2024.
THURSDAY In the vast expanse of the open sea, I drift—a solitary man with a bottle of whiskey in the lifeboat. My skin, bronzed by sun and matted by salt, now clings to my bones like parchment. My lips crack, and my mind teeters on the precipice of madness, fueled by merciless sun. A bottle of whiskey and I.
By Salomé Saffiriabout a year ago in Fiction
Dating Deal-Breakers
As I sat across from him at the quaint little café, sipping my latte and gazing into his piercing blue eyes, I thought I had found the one. The way he smiled at me, the way he listened to me, the way he made me laugh – it all seemed so perfect. But little did I know, beneath the charming facade, lay a multitude of dating deal-breakers, waiting to shatter my heart into a million pieces.
By Alim Abdulsomadabout a year ago in Fiction
