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The Price of Eternity
"Welcome to Drax Industries: the Home of the Future. Please enter your State identification code to begin." Kaylie shifted her weight and wet her lips, staring at the prompt on the holographic screen for a while longer. Her fingers hovered over the number pad, but she couldn't bring herself to do what it asked. It wasn't like she didn't want to. After all, who wouldn't jump at the chance to live forever?
By Natalie Gray10 months ago in Fiction
Inconvenient Love
This is bad. I knew immediately from the look on Mark's face that I had made a mistake. Shit. I had just woken up from a nap on the couch to the sound of a car door slamming. I scrambled to my feet to greet Mark at the kitchen door as the memories of what I’d done came back to me. I slowed. Waiting.
By Siobhan McSweeney11 months ago in Fiction
Warped Desires
"I just wanted to hold my grandson." Those seven words were uttered by Roberta Bascomb, nicknamed "Bobbie" by her close friends. Those seven words were part of the same story that she told her longtime friend, Paula Dunlop. The story involved the marriage between her son, Nicholas Bascomb, and his wife of three years, Hannah Moon. Roberta said that she loved how happy her "little Nicky" was with Hannah, and she saw Hannah as her own daughter. Hannah wanted so badly to be a mother, but she couldn't, and in the end, Hannah tragically took her own life.
By Clyde E. Dawkins11 months ago in Fiction
A Truly Great Night. Content Warning.
Ingrid sat in darkness, belly full, beside her husband Klaus, immaculately dressed in his best gray suit. Below her, a wonderful clarinet soloist finished her Rondo, center stage. Ingrid’s playbill identified the piece as Mozart’s Clarinet Concerto in A Major. Klaus tapped his fingers in time with the strings, and in that moment she was happy. Things were turning around. Not so long ago, they’d had to scrape for food. Now with continued promises of economic turnaround, they could enjoy a dinner with wine followed by the orchestra.
By Matthew J. Fromm11 months ago in Fiction
The Pen of Fate
Can we write fate? ******************************************************** Julian Leong loved the thrill of unearthing treasures. He enjoyed nothing more than to comb through the flea market that took place weekly near his home for out-of-the-box knick-knacks.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin11 months ago in Fiction
