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The Man Who Bought Tomorrow
It was a quiet morning in the small town of Greyvale when Elias Turner stepped into the old clock shop at the corner of Birch Street. The wooden sign above the door read:
By Waqas Ahmad3 months ago in Fiction
Homegoing
8:00 p.m. Saturday night, October 11th, Greensboro, North Carolina. Destiny is waiting for her friends Trevon and Giselle to come pick her up for the homecoming party at North Carolina’s A&T university, her alma matter. “So how long are y’all gonna be out?” Destiny’s mother Vera asked. “Ma you know homecoming is all day, all night” Destiny replied. “Yeah, but we ain’t hardly seen you all or all night since you been home.” Destiny’s father Charles added as he walked in on the conversation. “Daddy you know I’ve been tryna catch up with everybody since I got back Thursday. I’ve missed everyone since I moved after I graduated 2 years ago”
By Joe Patterson3 months ago in Fiction
The Black Cat
Walking down the street one night I came across a black cat crossing the street. You know that old saying about black cats 'don't let them cross your path' or something like that, so I tried to walk faster so that wouldn't happen, but to no avail that cat would not seem to let me get ahead of him or her on this midnight walk. What could this 'cat' want or need from me? I wondered about this and thought maybe this cat just wants the company and then all of the sudden in a flash it ran at me.
By Mark Graham3 months ago in Fiction
Killer Tunes
Just can’t figure out what other folks have got against forests. Don’t go into the woods alone, I can hear them say, because you don’t know what you will find in them that could hurt you. Like that doesn’t happen in just about any place you might happen to go? I’ve been camping and hiking pretty much since the Middle Ages — I trust the woods. I know to be cautious in them. I won’t be found in the woods, half-eaten, put it that way.
By Eric Wolf3 months ago in Fiction
Mirror Image
I was finally in, I cracked it. I had hacked his webcam, now I would know what all the noise was about in the middle of the night. Ever since the new guy moved in upstairs, the apartment right above mine, there were noises once every month that I couldn’t figure out. That had been six weeks ago, and the guy just now got signed up for the internet. I knew it was his Wi-Fi because it was the only new one even though the name was vague and meaningless. I hacked into his network, and it wasn’t much from there to hack into his webcam.
By Raine Fielder3 months ago in Fiction
Marlene. Content Warning.
2025. She wakes every morning in darkness, heaving arthritic limbs out of bed and placing blue-veined feet on the naked wood floor. “No rugs in here, mom. You’ll trip and you can’t afford to break a hip now,” her cautious daughter stated a little too eagerly. She likes the feel of these smooth pine planks beneath her feet, remembering when she and Kent built the old place. Fifty-five years ago. She was just twenty-three years old. And despite her youth, had lived some hard truths.
By Cathy Schieffelin3 months ago in Fiction
Carriage Ride to Jail
Walter’s outgoing personality instantly puts everyone he meets in a relaxed, open state of mind. This is important because, as a carriage driver in New York City, his primary function, besides controlling a rather docile horse, is to put all his customers in a good mood. The passengers are normally from out of town. No local would pay $35.00 for a half hour buggy ride. “Fuhgeddaboudit!” The happier the customer, the bigger the tip and the more they would talk about their plans. Plans Walter would covertly record on his phone.
By Mark Gagnon3 months ago in Fiction
File 12: Slim Bankshot – “The Pool Shark”
SUBJECT DESIGNATION: Slim Bankshot – “The Pool Shark” CLASS: Type III Spectral Entity (Residual Aggression / Competition-Based Manifestation)
By V-Ink Stories3 months ago in Fiction
The Shadow in the Pagoda
The year was 1436, in the young reign of the Ming Emperor Zhengtong, with the Forbidden City still shiny with new gold and the empire as long as the mind could see. But long beyond palace walls, deeper in the misted mountains about Hangzhou, there existed a pagoda that had no mark on the imperial records — the Pagoda of the Shadow Bell.
By Nusuki3 months ago in Fiction
Notification
Mara pressed her eye to the keyhole. It was old-fashioned, the kind that didn’t belong in modern apartment buildings. Oval-shaped, framed in brass, it was worn smooth from decades of curious tenants before her. Through it, a pale strip of light cut the dark like a wound. It was the same light she’d seen before, the one that teased at her curiosity until she finally gave in.
By Annie3 months ago in Fiction
The Last Human
The coffee maker still worked. That was something. Lorna stood in the kitchen of a house that wasn't hers—hadn't been anyone's for three years now—and watched the dark liquid drip into a chipped mug. Outside, vines crawled up the sides of skyscrapers. A deer grazed in what used to be Times Square. The planet was healing, they would have said, back when there was a "they."
By Parsley Rose 3 months ago in Fiction
The Mirror That Spoke
When I moved into the old house on Willow Street, I wasn’t looking for a mystery. I just wanted peace — somewhere quiet enough to forget the city, the noise, and my ex-fiancé’s shadow that still lingered in my apartment walls.
By Malaika Piolet3 months ago in Fiction