Stream of Consciousness

What's never close to home
I once read a story of a woman who lost it. Our worlds were far apart, realities not even the closest to being the same, but in some way, I wanted to lose it with her.
By Ofentse🌸7 months ago in Fiction
The Shape the River Remembers
They say the Lord gives and takes in equal measure, but I have known Him to take things He never rightly gave me to begin with.
By Taylor Ward7 months ago in Fiction
When the Whole World Changed
My summers are always the same. I start with a yell as I run down the stairs, slip out of my shoes, and jump into the lake. The sun-heated water the first sign of summer. The feeling of love, of fun, of promise. A way to know that all is okay and that the summers of freedom are endless.
By Kristen Barenthaler7 months ago in Fiction
One More Chance Before It All Repeats
Written by Joey Raines I didn’t see any light. But I wasn’t in the dark either. There was no pain. Still, I didn’t feel safe.
By Joey Raines7 months ago in Fiction
Trapped in a Room That Doesn’t exist . Content Warning.
Trapped in a Room That Doesn’t exist I don’t remember walking in. But I know I can’t leave. The walls are smooth—too smooth. Seamless. Featureless. Four of them, an almost-perfect square. White, but not sterile. There’s a faint grey mist in the corners, like the room is holding its breath.
By E. hasan7 months ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Door: A Story About Second Chances and Hidden Secrets
Read "The Forgotten Door," a fiction short story about second chances, hidden secrets, and forgiveness. A heartfelt tale of redemption and new beginnings perfect for fans of emotional fiction and mystery stories.
By Robert Brown7 months ago in Fiction
I Didn’t Know I Needed Help Until She Offered It
It was a Tuesday evening like any other—or so I thought. I had just left work, tired from a long day of smiling through meetings and replying to emails I barely cared about. The city buzzed around me: honking cars, tired footsteps, and glowing signs. I walked the same route I did every day, earbuds in, coat zipped up, pretending I was fine. Pretending I had it all together.
By MR.THOMAS7 months ago in Fiction
Memories Aren’t Always Real
As the dust settles around me, I'm drawn back into the memories of what had been. The memories fly past in a whirl of emotions. I can't seem to stop them as they quickly blur through my mind. All those times when I needed your love and you gladly gave it.
By Kristen Barenthaler7 months ago in Fiction
The social butterfly. Top Story - June 2025.
I remember a time when I danced happily upon the winds of the honey which dripped from your charming lips. It now seems like such a long time ago, when happy lived for a while where hearts flutter and life sings beautiful songs. Tributes we made to those places where soul mates and forever lives. Together we both said...
By Antoni De'Leon7 months ago in Fiction
Vette Regret
Phil and I had been texting for two days — just two — when he invited himself on a four-hour drive from Vancouver to Kamloops to meet me. Time was of the essence. He’d previously wasted a whole week messaging another woman, only to complain that her body wasn’t “appropriately proportioned” enough for him when they met.
By S.E.Linn7 months ago in Fiction
How Jane Turned a Layoff into a Launchpad
Introduction: A Career at a Crossroads Jane Alvarez had spent a decade building a career with a Fortune 500 firm in marketing. Her strategic mind, her detail-oriented nature, and her ability to transform data into compelling campaigns made her an indispensable member of the team. But then she received an email in the spring of 2023 that would change the direction of her professional—and personal—life: her position was being cut as part of a restructuring initiative. Thirty days’ notice was given, and Jane was thrust from safe familiarity into the uncertain world of unemployment.
By Martin Williams7 months ago in Fiction
To love and leave the world . Content Warning.
My name cannot be pronounced in any human tongue. But for the sake of this record, call me Elion. I came from a system light years beyond what your species has glimpsed through telescopes. My purpose was singular: Observe. Documenting everything the humans do. My directive was strict: Do not intervene.
By E. hasan7 months ago in Fiction