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Aspire Door
Vanessa was making her way up Alex’s driveway while she looked up at the sky above her head. The sky was covered with dark clouds and what started off as a grey sky thick with the smell of approaching rain was now nearly black as the oncoming storm was only minutes away. “So the storm just had to make its appearance when I decided to come vent to Alex?” Vanessa thought to herself.
By Joe Patterson10 months ago in Fiction
Final Review
"I can't believe it. They think I'm losing it." My office mate, Bill, looked haggard. Of course, at the end of any given semester, we all do. But there was something haunted and a bit mad about his demeanor. He looked like he had just been told something was malignant.
By D. J. Reddall10 months ago in Fiction
Guardians and Angels | Chapter Three (Part 12)
I knew everything about permanent marks on my life, or so I thought. My freckles, they’ve always stained my skin; wine splashes upon my image, spattered and sprayed across me since the day I saw my own arms and legs. I was a spotted animal of some sort, in my mind, a leopard. A marked creature who would be feared for its tattooed patterns. In reality, they were a scourge, or so I thought.
By Christopher Dubbs10 months ago in Fiction
Charm Against An Egg Boat
Update: I am privileged to have had this piece accepted by The Gothic Gazette which has given me a massive boost as I have been feeling flat about my writing … to Charm Against an Egg Boat is one of my first pieces of flash fiction responding to traditional rhymes. It was published in Pagans of the North March 2024 edition https://www.pagansofthenorth.co.uk/magazine. I am submitting monthly to this online magazine and have popped my piece Ring O' Roses that was in the April Edition underneath Charm. The wee cartoon of the witch in her egg boat was drawn my partner Mick Smith.
By Alyson Smith 10 months ago in Fiction
The Nameless Stranger
A name is usually the first thing we learn about a person, but that was definitely not the case at this meeting. Sitting in front of me is a man; his strawberry-red hair cut short, with the heavy curls creating a puff-like look to his head. Looking out the window, his eyes scanning the countryside as we move past, on the way to the city—our destination.
By M. W. Larsen10 months ago in Fiction
