Short Story
The Letters My Grandmother Hid From Time
My grandmother always said the attic was of-limits, but she never said why. I assumed it was because of the loose floorboards or the way the ladder groaned like it was protesting every climb. Or maybe it was just one of those rules adults make to keep children from getting hurt-or from discovering things they weren’t ready to understand yet.
By Blaire Haven6 days ago in Fiction
The Spell
Something stank, and Dominic couldn’t be entirely certain it wasn’t himself. He was aware of a certain moistness beneath his jacket, but then the amber infusion quietly steaming from the teacup in front of him raised questions too, and just beyond that, the woman gently caressing her own chin wrinkles with a blunt, grimy looking finger seemed as plausible a candidate as any. In fact, looking around the dimly lit room, plants and jars and objects that may or may not have been of animal origin cluttering almost every surface available, the smell seemed inevitable, though no more appealing for it.
By Hannah Moore6 days ago in Fiction
Some Assembly Required
It would have made more sense to start at the beginning, he knew, but the beginning had seemed too thick with other people, and he feared merging into the crowd. They hadn’t known each other long enough, she might pick up a candle, or table runner, and present them to the wrong blue-jeans white-t-shirt frame, and never even notice. They might go home together, with the candle, and the table runner, and lay out knives and forks and steak and potatoes, and in the dimness of the candle light she might wonder that she hadn’t noticed how handsome he was before, and years later they might argue about where they first met, and she might say “it was at that party, in the hotel” and he might say “no, it was at Ikea, I remember” and she would never be convinced she was wrong. No, he thought, safer to head for the middle, where the crowds had spread out and the lighting was brighter and he might be more easily seen. Besides, he could impress her, maybe, with the breezy way he could navigate the shortcuts.
By Hannah Moore6 days ago in Fiction
How Many Waves Reach the Shore in a Day
How Many Waves Reach the Shore in a Day I once wondered how many waves reach the shore in a single day. It wasn’t a scientific question. I wasn’t standing there with a notebook or a stopwatch. I was just watching the sea do what it has always done, arriving and leaving, arriving and leaving, without hesitation or memory. After a while the mind starts to wander, and it landed on that thought. How many times does this happen while we are busy elsewhere.
By Marie381Uk 6 days ago in Fiction
A Child With A Broken Heart
Lisa used to be a free-spirited child until dark cloud and curses strike her life at an early age. Lisa was the apple of her father's eyes and also his pride and joy at an early age. Her dad was very controlling to her mother, and her mother would not have any of that. Lisa's mother moved to Florida to get away from a controlling man. Different people would babysit Lisa because her mother had to work to support them. There was no stable babysitter in 2-year-old Lisa of life.
By Mariann Carroll6 days ago in Fiction
How to Fuck Around. AI-Generated.
Language is alive, and slang is often where it grows the fastest. Among the many expressions that have emerged and evolved over the last decade, few have captured the imagination—or the eyebrows—of English speakers quite like the phrase “fuck around.” At first glance, it seems crude, irreverent, and downright offensive. But dig a little deeper, and you’ll find that it’s much more than a simple expletive; it’s a linguistic mirror reflecting modern culture, humor, and social dynamics.
By Ayesha Lashari6 days ago in Fiction
We Sat Upon the Couch. AI-Generated.
Some stories dazzle with drama and plot twists. Others sneak into your heart slowly, through ordinary moments that feel extraordinary in their simplicity. We Sat Upon the Couch, published on Vocal.Media, is one such story. It explores fear, empathy, vulnerability, and the unexpected bonds that form between two people.
By Ayesha Lashari6 days ago in Fiction
Hollywood Hils
1 —When I was a little girl, my home wasn’t exactly a welcoming place. My parents argued all the time and completely forgot about me. The only thing that could take my mind off reality was the movies on TV. They transported me to another world… sometimes a horror movie, other times a western, a comedy, a drama… whatever. And it may sound silly, but watching those movies on the small TV screen made my eyes light up and made me truly happy, even if only for the duration of the movie.
By Cesar González Torres6 days ago in Fiction
