Stream of Consciousness

whatever will be, will be.
Whatever Will Be. When I was just a little boy, I believed my father knew everything. He could hoist me onto his shoulders and make the world seem smaller, safer. He could mend a broken toy with his rough, work-worn hands. And when I asked him the questions that burned inside me, he answered with a gentleness that carried more weight than certainty ever could.
By E. hasan5 months ago in Fiction
When Aliens Aren’t Aliens
When Aliens Aren’t Aliens Why Faith Still Stands When the Skies Surprise Us By Joey Raines I leaned back in my chair, watching the question hang in the air. Someone had just asked me what would happen if we ever found aliens.
By Joey Raines5 months ago in Fiction
The Night I Spoke to My Shadow
I don’t usually talk about this—not because I’m afraid of being judged, but because I still don’t fully understand what happened myself. But tonight, as the clock ticks past midnight and the city sinks into silence, I feel that same pull again.
By Mahmood Afridi5 months ago in Fiction
Cast No Shadow
The road takes all. She laid atop him, thigh against thigh, breath heavy on his neck. The first light of morning registered through the window slats, painting the rough and worn floorboards a dazzlingly soft orange. The movements, the breaths, all performative at best: hers for the coin in the offing, his because his thoughts were far from the dingy rented bedroom. Liquor, women, God–all failed to draw his mind away from the horizon.
By Matthew J. Fromm5 months ago in Fiction
Wet Jeans and Inner Screams
Story Time 🤷‍♀️ Wet Jeans and Inner Screams How did I get here? This lack luster feeling. Depletion of all body mind and soul asks the rabbit?
By faline salisburg5 months ago in Fiction
The Last Song Beneath the Stars. Content Warning.
Seren had always known she was the last. The Observatory’s glass dome groaned beneath the winds that scoured the dead Earth, but she barely noticed anymore. The hum of the machines was her lullaby, the stars her only companions.
By E. hasan5 months ago in Fiction
The Last Piece of Cake
Weddings are supposed to be filled with joy. They are meant to be celebrations of life, family, and beginnings. The music, the flowers, the laughter—all of it creates a moment people remember for years afterward.
By Atiqbuddy5 months ago in Fiction
Not You
Ana lived in Flushing, Queens. The street was alive this morning. Red lanterns were strung across the streets and rose towards the clouds with the morning breeze. Neon signs written with Chinese characters lined the street. Shop windows displayed lucky cats alongside food items, herbal medicine, tea pots and odds and ends.
By Carolyn Nones Vazquez5 months ago in Fiction
Shadows on the Edge of Tomorrow
The train station was almost empty, except for a few scattered travelers dragging their suitcases across the cold concrete floor. The air smelled faintly of rain, and the giant clock above the platform ticked louder than usual, marking each second like a reminder that time was both a gift and a thief.
By Nadeem Shah 5 months ago in Fiction
Yixin Yixuan
ZBrush Sculpt - See more on IG or Artstation; Links below In a world divided by conflict and silent defiance, Yixin Yixuan travels as a seeker of peace. After losing her parents to violence and growing up with a warrior couple in the mountains, she stands for resilience and gentle strength. Her journey takes her from loss to legend, as she finds friends and shows a fractured world that sometimes the greatest victories come without fighting.
By Neshzivne Dadirri5 months ago in Fiction
I Am a Prisoner
“I am a prisoner—not behind bars of iron, but within the fragile walls of flesh and earth. My soul, vast as eternity, is caged in this temporary world, longing for the freedom of the Divine.”
By Zakir Ullah5 months ago in Fiction
The Story I Was Afraid to Tell
I have carried this story for years, tucked away in the quietest corners of my memory, like a fragile photograph that could fall apart if touched too often. It is not a tale of great crime or remarkable heroism. It is, instead, the story of silence—how silence can be both protection and prison.
By Atiqbuddy5 months ago in Fiction