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Plain Sailing
My eyes fly open as Margot’s honking laugh drowns out the hum of next door’s lawnmower. “Hush, darling,” she giggles, glancing over her shoulder and pressing a finger to her lips. “She’ll hear…”
By Caroline Cravenabout a year ago in Fiction
Negotiating
The young man on the phone was laughing after the first slap, but I kept my cool. “We are listening.” “Then you know that I am not screwing around and that I want to speak to someone higher up right now!”
By Kendall Defoe about a year ago in Fiction
253 Hanging by a Thread
I made my bed and slept in it. I insisted on a thread count of 500, at least. And none of that two-ply stuff. I felt I deserved it. I wanted the finer things in life, and I achieved them per every square inch. I slept well. As I slept on, day after day, year after year, and epiphany after epiphany, I self-educated on the important things in life in my night-by-night respite.
By Gerard DiLeoabout a year ago in Fiction
West Coast Gold
A/N: This is a story I entered a few weeks back for writingbattle.com. The challenge was to use the prompts pictures above and write a story in 250 words or less. Enjoy, and please consider entering yourself for their next battle!
By Kenny Pennabout a year ago in Fiction
Afterlife
There was a graveyard of lifeless cars at the bottom of the lake. Lifeless, in an ironic way— in the way that you see a car as alive when it’s running, because it has a function, even though it’s cold metal all the way through. These ‘dead’ cars, lying full of water in the depths of the lake, were crawling with algae, weeds, and little fish flitting out between the cracks in their windshields. They were pulsing with life. And yet, by the account of any person you asked, they were dead.
By Alexis K.about a year ago in Fiction
The Return
Walter swore once he left his hometown he would never return. Just thinking about the place ignited a flicker of rage that was difficult to control. There were no special memories that made him long for the good old days because there were no good old days. All his recollections about life where he was born involved growing up poor, other kids always picking on him in school, and never having a single person he could call friend.
By Mark Gagnonabout a year ago in Fiction
The Old Soldier
Sheena headed to the archives to research a discovery she'd made while constructing her family tree. An ancestor; a soldier. Accolades for bravery given but he'd mysteriously disappeared with no record of him anywhere.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
The Hunt
The dragon drops his head with a rumbling snort. His breath scalds my face. His eyes narrow, his head drawing closer. Run.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
Quiet Sneezer
This story was originally published on Medium. ************** She sneezed one of those sneezes that was so quiet and high-pitched, you almost couldn’t hear it. Probably a sneeze that would’ve alerted all dog ears within a one mile radius. It made her sound like a cartoon. Hell, it even made her look like a cartoon. She already had some slightly cartoonish features… brought more to light after her mouse-like sneeze. There wasn’t even a wind up. No “ah.” Just “choo.” All lowercase. Tiny “choo.”
By Stephen Kramer Avitabileabout a year ago in Fiction
There Comes a Time
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. It was subtle and most would not have noticed, other than to think they heard wrong, or it was a mistake. For us, it was the sound none of us wished to hear, but we were ready to do what had to be done, no matter the consequences. The secret signal rang clear, thirteen chimes, sending the message that 'the talks failed'.
By JBazabout a year ago in Fiction
Blackulus
"You wanna talk lazy? You ain't seen lazy until you heard the tale of Blackulus. The world's most important Superhero ever to become a lazy sack!"
By Lamar Wigginsabout a year ago in Fiction
Tox
Caitlyn cared deeply about the Earth and nature. As she grew up, she watched as one of her favourite swimming holes become toxic from the runoff of the nearby mill. It was the motivation for her to study chemistry in university so that she could find better ways for humans to get rid of waste through the use of chemical reactions to remove the unnatural chemical combinations that nature could not deal with.
By Dwayne Chapmanabout a year ago in Fiction