Short Story
Toss-Up Romance
“Going to the movie, heads, or playing a game, tails.” Dan flipped his coin. It flipped in the air as Gabby waited for the answer. The mystery was mounting as the question remained unanswered. Time could only stand still as the wait continued. As the coin fell back to earth, both faces looked at it intricately.
By Sarah Danaher4 days ago in Fiction
The Orchard Doctrine
Lane’s mother had told her that there were things in a marriage that a woman just did. She instructed that they do so with “no fuss. No ma’am, not even a little.” She described how they were expected to behave at all times. Her ma’ had given plenty of advice, but she never instructed her on this.
By Nikki Torino Wagner4 days ago in Fiction
The Window
Candlelight dances along the walls, glinting off the polished cutlery in soft, deliberate flashes. At the centre of the table, roses rest in a crystal vase, the flame splintering through its cut grooves and catching in the diamond pattern so it glitters with every flicker. A crisp white tablecloth lies smooth and uncreased beneath it all. Two plates sit opposite one another, each bearing a carefully plated, restaurant-quality meal — composed, precise, waiting.
By Carolyn Sternes4 days ago in Fiction
On February Seventeenth, Look Up To The Sky
On February Seventeenth, Look Up To The Sky On the seventeenth of February there will be a change in the light.They are calling it an annular solar eclipse, the Ring of Fire. The Moon will pass in front of the Sun, not large enough to cover it completely. There will be no full darkness. Just a bright circle left burning in the sky. I will stand in the field at the edge of town when it begins.
By Marie381Uk 4 days ago in Fiction
The White Hare's Revenge
Tobias Cullen had always been a quiet boy, meek and timid, with wide, innocent eyes that rarely made contact with others. He lived on a small, isolated farm at the edge of the village of Dunsfield, a place where the ground was barren, and the seasons seemed to pass by in slow, cruel cycles. He had been tormented by the villagers for as long as he could remember—called names, pushed into ditches, humiliated at every turn. They called him "the hare," mocking his pale skin and slight frame. Every Easter, when the town came alive with celebration and laughter, Tobias was forgotten. His existence was as invisible to them as the soft whispers of the wind.
By V-Ink Stories4 days ago in Fiction
The Last Sunrise
The town of Red Hollow had long since abandoned the joy of Easter. What had once been a celebration of spring and renewal had turned into a time of terror. Every year, as Easter morning dawned, the sun would rise blood-red, bathing the land in its eerie glow.
By V-Ink Stories4 days ago in Fiction
Part of Me
My love and I have been trapped inside of our respective houses like rats in a cage ever since the start of the pandemic. An ocean separates us, but distance is no challenge to our love. Text messaging, email- these things are so impersonal and cold. She and I are old souls both, and prefer the method of the old-fashioned letter. It takes longer, but the heart grows fonder with delayed gratification, to put a new spin on an old, tired phrase. I've certainly found it true in any case.
By Raistlin Allen4 days ago in Fiction
Unaccounted Dreams
Lydia sat on the edge of the sofa, never completely relaxed nor ready for anything either. She sipped tea politely listening to Erika's mumbling. Money on the brain. That's all she thinks of. Lydia knew they had everything needed or could ever want, but no, Erika always wanted more.
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)4 days ago in Fiction
