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The First Person. Winner in The Forgotten Room Challenge.
She enters the room. The door, she knows, has been here - unpainted wooden panels, plain brass knob, no keyhole - between her bedroom and the bathroom every morning and every evening of every day, and yet she cannot remember if she has ever been inside.
By Hannah Mooreabout a month ago in Fiction
The Package
It was not a dark and stormy night; instead, it was a dark and foggy one. In with the fog rolled a masked killer. He happened upon the house at 123 Cherry Lane. He stood in the street. He wore a hooded sweatshirt, blue jeans, and tennis shoes. He carried a package. It was wrapped in blue wrapping paper and a bow. He wrang the door bell and set the gift on the porch. Kyle, age 14, answered the door. He grabbed the gift and brought it inside. He set it on the coffee table as his best friend Reggie looked on.
By DJ Robbinsabout a month ago in Horror
Shut In
It's upstairs at the end of a long dark hall, an undescript door caked in enough dust it blends into the faded wallpaper. The light doesn't quite reach that distant end of the corridor so I rarely venture down that far. Every so often, I'll pause before entering one of the other well-used rooms and glance toward it as if drawn by some long ago memory. But my tired eyes never linger long and the thought passes just as quickly as it started and I go on with my day.
By A. J. Schoenfeldabout a month ago in Fiction
A Spark Within
This was written for John and Paul's unofficial challenge :) (Now I know what you may be thinking...I'm not the one that rises in the morning with a big smile plastered to my face and my work is generally darker in nature, BUT, I hate to be told what to do or what I can do, hehe, so I chose to do the uplifting part not the critique. That's all the warning you get.)
By Heather Hubler2 months ago in Fiction
#8 Scrape's Fate...
Squire "Ski" Reynolds still couldn't believe his eyes. His cellphone news feed just revealed that Scrape Norwood had been gunned down by a SWAT team member and subsequently lost his left leg during a shootout with police yesterday morning while attempting to rob Ganola Bank, the only Black-owned bank in the State of Washington, at gunpoint. Two members of Scrape's crew had also participated in the foiled heist.
By Tiffany Gordonabout a month ago in Fiction
No One Mourns The Wicked Reveals Glinda's Sad Fate
"And goodness knows the wicked's lives are lonely. Goodness knows the wicked die alone. It just shows when you're wicked, you're left only on your own," Glinda sings during the first song in the musical Wicked. To those gathered, and even to the audience, she seems to be singing about the Wicked Witch of the West, aka Elphaba.
By Edward Andersonabout a month ago in Geeks
Quit the begging Wikipedia
Have you ever donated money to Wikipedia? I have, but never again. I have made the decision that Wikipedia no longer deserves my financial support. It was never a huge amount but, as a frequent user of the Wiki database, I felt I ought to make a contribution. I would even be happy to make a modest regular contribution... if I thought that the funding model stood up. I don't. No charity that I know of restricts its fundraising activities to just holding out a donations tin. Maybe they have a plan that I am not aware of but who cares? You have to do better than this if you want any more of my money.
By Raymond G. Taylorabout a month ago in 01
To Dust. Content Warning.
Cassus stood before the locked and barred tomb. Twenty years before, he laid its inhabitants to rest. It was as tombs made by families of modest wealth tended to be: four columns supporting an angled roof festooned with griffins, unicorns, and humble men seeking their eternal forgiveness from the Crescent Sun. The bards would pack the tavern with that irony. Cassus laughed to himself and the effort turned to a rasping cough that made his knees buckle. He knew he’d receive no such forgiveness when they laid him to rest.
By Matthew J. Frommabout a month ago in Fiction
Listening To My Thoughts
December 4, 2025 I have not been writing for a while. I had a lot going on over the past few months that hindered my creative mind. My PTSD regarding my ex-husband. I read a lot of books to help me through my dealings with my abusive husband. I had my genuine validation when he was sentenced to 15 years by a judge last year.
By Mariann Carrollabout a month ago in Journal
