Stream of Consciousness
“Love from the Edge: A View That Changed Everything”
There are moments in life that etch themselves into your memory—not because of the place, but because of the emotion that fills your heart in that exact second. I never expected a rusty, forgotten railway bridge to become a page in our love story. But there I was—perched at the edge of steel and wood, staring into the rushing water beneath, while the wind danced through my hair, whispering her name.
By Fazal Wahid7 months ago in Fiction
Beyond Reflection
I still remember that morning when I looked in the mirror and it felt like a stranger was staring back at me. The sun was bright, streaming through my window, and I should have felt alive, confident, whole. But instead, all I saw was a dull face with tired eyes—a reflection that didn’t match the events inside.
By Echoes of Life7 months ago in Fiction
I Believe We’ve Met Before
It had been ten years since Pete returned home from a war that everyone said was mankind’s last. He knew as much as he wanted it to be true, human nature would find a way to nullify that bold statement. It always did. What he knew for certain was the life he had built for himself and his young family since he’d returned was far better than what he had imagined it would be ten years ago.
By Mark Gagnon7 months ago in Fiction
Box of Discarded Moments. Content Warning.
Just a note, this is part of a queer character's backstory. There is brief mention of Domestic Violence and Depression. Yesterday I found a box under my bed, and when I opened it up, I found old photos that I forgot I had. It seems fitting that I found them at the start of summer, most of them were from previous childhood memories when I was on summer breaks from school.
By C.M.Dallas7 months ago in Fiction
Hoof Prints In The Snow!
Christmas always brings memories of my early childhood. The memories are filled with the expectations that if I am a “good little girl,” I will get that red bicycle on training wheels as well as the doll that I always wanted. I use to believed that when I awaken and dashed out of my bed they would be sitting under our cedar tree that was decorated with homemade ornaments. However, Christmas after Christmas left me disappointed again.
By Frankie Berry Wise7 months ago in Fiction
Born To Run
He watched the embers waltz skyward with the campfire tendrils, mixing and twisting until they all faded to black. Despite the warmth of the evening, he felt a shiver run through his shoulders that felt so much older than the candles at last weekend's birthday party indicated. While he appreciated everyone’s attendance, he stole every glance at the clock, counting down the moments until they left and he could depart.
By Matthew J. Fromm7 months ago in Fiction
