Psychological
Past Lives. Content Warning.
War made for odd couples. To Private Jim Mclellan, Sepp seemed a good man; better at least than some of the monsters he heard stories of deeper into the Reich. Real monsters. This Sepp almost reminded Jim of his uncle; the one from Wisconsin he met a few times at Weddings.
By Matthew J. Fromm8 days ago in Fiction
No Signal
The first thing Lorelei noticed was the sound. Not silence — she had expected silence — but a roaring, ceaseless, all-consuming noise. The surf. It came from every direction, a white static that swallowed everything else, and for a long, disoriented moment she thought she had gone deaf and the world had filled the gap with its own voice.
By Parsley Rose 10 days ago in Fiction
What is Kept
Spring First Visit She arrived in the early afternoon with her youngest daughter. They parked on the street, one house down from where they used to. The walk to the door was short and familiar, bordered by plants that had begun to recover unevenly from winter—some already green, others still brittle at the edges.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales10 days ago in Fiction
The Lantern in the Fog
The fog settled over the village like a blanket soaked in silence. At first it was gentle, wrapping the streets in a quiet hush. But as night deepened, it thickened into something heavier, almost alive, crawling along the cobblestones and slipping into the cracks of every home. It was not the kind of fog that simply blurred the edges of things. This fog carried a chill that touched the marrow, a weight that pressed on the heart, and whispered doubts in voices that sounded eerily familiar.
By Sound and Spirit11 days ago in Fiction
Perfectly Preserved Envy.
My youth is perfectly preserved in a special wallet within the mind palace of my existence. Every so often, I open the wallet - frown and grimace at her lovely soft chocolate exterior - my once richly layered lovely young self. Oh, how I have become so envious, when I compare her to my convoluted and annoying mature self.
By Novel Allen11 days ago in Fiction
A Friar's Secret.
Beneath the crumbling stones of an ancient convent lies a chamber the church had conveniently forgotten...sealed behind walls of prayer and silence. For many years it existed, quietly gathering cobwebs and keeping its secrets. But one soul had rediscovered this vault of treasure, this place which had once been transformed into a lair of pilfered opulence - an intoxicating blend of sanctity and decadence.
By Antoni De'Leon11 days ago in Fiction
