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"The river ran backwards the day the Queen vanished." That was it. That was all Cassie knew. The only reason she knew anything at all about the Queen's disappearance was from overhearing people speaking to each other about it at the marketplace, which mother didn't let her go to very often because she always wanted to buy everything.
By Jessica Phoenixabout a year ago in Fiction
To Dance With You Is to Risk Being Bruised . Content Warning.
“Enter at your own risk I am not responsible For the misery I will bring you It's just a matter of time Before I start to destroy you Let me warn you” - Elaine - Risky
By Caitlin Charltonabout a year ago in Fiction
Vanish
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. It was my job to count the cards. Every day, I took them out of their locked box and counted them out carefully. Exactly fifty-two, except on days when the jokers decided to show up. They never came on the same day, so the count never got beyond fifty-three. If they were ever to show up together and make the count fifty-four, I think the world might end.
By Rebekah Brannanabout a year ago in Fiction
Kicks. Content Warning.
Silent words descended on the minds of the racers. “Do this for speed and agility.” Benson Mitt sat in his car and just looked around the front interior. He noticed the knobs, gauges, and gears. He felt as if this car had flowed from his bones to form a specific way of melding metal with flesh.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Fiction
Eye Catching
She was like a shot of espresso, standing there in the corner. The kind of thing that crashed into your brain, making you sit up and pay attention. But, not for the reasons you might think.
By Alexander McEvoyabout a year ago in Fiction
Kate
Her name was Екатерина Ровбуть, but I just called her “Kate.” I met her while playing a mobile game called TWD: Survivors, which was based on the Walking Dead comics by Robert Kirkman. It was a blast and one of the few places where I really felt a sense of community. She went by the username “Kailirus” and had this charming vibe about her. I’m not sure what caught her attention, but maybe it was my late-night poetry sessions in the Region chat. At 2 AM, I’d jump into an empty chat which was usually buzzing with people and just share my poems. Some thought I was a bit crazy, but it was my jam, and I didn’t care. Whatever it was, she started chatting with me. We ended up talking every day, sometimes for hours through private messages. All I knew was that she was straight, 32, and from Russia. Thankfully, the game had a super handy chat translator that made everything easy. You just type, and it does the rest. It felt great to connect with people from all over without borders getting in the way. I had never traveled outside the U.S. and always dreamed of it, but back then, I hadn’t had the chance yet and I kind of felt time was slipping away, that I might never be able to see a different country.
By ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTYabout a year ago in Fiction
In Sickness And Health
I stood in front of his safe. Tyler always bought in bulk: a crate of a hundred beers, a hundred condoms, probably would have bought a hundred tires for his hundred thousand dollar truck he bought when we barely had a hundred dollars in Cam’s college fund.
By Matthew J. Frommabout a year ago in Fiction
Witch Hunt
“Mrs. Catchpole is not a witch.” “But mummy she is…” “… Just because she wears black dresses and has a cat doesn’t mean… Hang on a minute,” she says shaking her head. “I’m not arguing with you Millie. I’m telling you.”
By Caroline Cravenabout a year ago in Fiction
The Green Fields Rot
It started with the bees, falling like rain as their tiny bodies spasmed, and a few loud voices, but it ended in silence. Isn't that always the way? The tiny things that go unseen mounting like water behind a dam until one crack lets hell loose upon those who weren't looking hard enough. It started with the bees, yes, but the path between the bees and the silence was so long that no-one could really draw a map of where it all went wrong.
By S. A. Crawfordabout a year ago in Fiction
Crystal Ball Persuasion
Madame Balla was quite worried that the company would be busy, but as soon as she saw the van approach, she felt relieved. It was going to be a good day.
By Kendall Defoe about a year ago in Fiction
An Invitation
Luke I haven't slept. I'm going over and over and over in my mind what happened yesterday. I don't know what to do. Funny. I've lived with the knowledge of what happened to Laney all these years and it's been awful. I've not handled it well. I'm still a young man but you can tell something's ravaged me. It's in the bags under my eyes and the worry of my lines. I see it every day in the mirror, the cost of keeping this secret.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
Alistair Discovers a Minor Structural Issue. Content Warning.
Act 1 Valentine’s Day We have reached the snowless part of winter in the humble American town of Kingsley, when a curtain of overcast is drawn over the sky, and the air hurts with deep sadness. The elementary school is done up in pink, pretty hearts in the windows, made by kids too young to have no idea what love is. People don’t go outside if they can help it. You can see a housewife or two carrying groceries back home from the store, or a runner from the local college taking a less-popular route through the downtown on the break between her classes. Otherwise, it’s empty. Nearly everyone’s inside, completing whatever tasks they’ve ascribed their lives to.
By Steven Christopher McKnightabout a year ago in Fiction