Stream of Consciousness
The Love Thief. Top Story - August 2025.
As the sun lies down to sleep, figures dance across green fields dotted with daffodils. Twisting and turning, they meet in the evening’s cool breeze. Staring into each other’s eyes, they feel the weight of the universe bear down on their hearts. The shaking in their knees makes them shiver in the summer air. They enter each other without care as they stare into each other’s souls. In love with each other’s drawing gaze, as time scrolls by, it turns to a haze.
By Atomic Historian5 months ago in Fiction
The Town That Forgets You
The Story The Town That Forgets You The first thing I noticed about Willow’s End was how quiet it was. No cars passed along the single main street. The air was heavy, still, as if the whole town held its breath. A few shops lined the street—a bakery, a general store, a post office—but none had signs that looked newer than a decade old.
By waseem khan5 months ago in Fiction
The Forest of the Forgotten
A gentle breeze brushes along the leaves of the neighboring trees. I'm lying in the grass, tall and overgrown as far as the eye can see, making it almost impossible for me to see. The sound the wind makes had always brought a smile to my face, especially here.
By Parsley Rose 5 months ago in Fiction
Balcony View
The balcony was perfect. The city sprawled in every direction, softened by the warm tint of late evening. Buildings rose like glass and steel sculptures, catching fire in the golden hour glow. From up here, the world was hushed, the noise of traffic pressed flat into a gentle hum, almost pleasant. It was the kind of view that made people pause, the kind of backdrop that belonged in glossy magazines or realtor ads: Luxury living, skyline included.
By Annie Edwards 5 months ago in Fiction
The Tooth Faerie . Content Warning.
“Dad, what if it falls out?” The boy jams a finger sideways into his mouth and wiggles the loose one. “Well, bud, that’s normal, baby teeth are supposed to fall out.” The father tucks the boy into his favorite Spider-Man blanket.
By Sam Spinelli5 months ago in Fiction
Scared of the Dark. Content Warning.
Her eyes would just not close. The clock on the nightstand glowed with the reality that sleep was being wasted; minutes marched by so quickly; she would not get any of them back. Every noise formidably louder than the last. Pipes creaked. The large wall clock in the living room reverberated off the walls as each time the second hand advanced. The springs were wearing out. The echo was ungodly loud.
By Kimberly Deluca5 months ago in Fiction
