Stream of Consciousness

The Bag - Meeting
This microfiction is part of a series. If you would like to read it from the start, please visit The Bag - The Chapters where you can start from the very beginning should you so choose.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Empty Platforms . Content Warning.
"What platform do I need to go to?" I remember being asked, from, ahhh who was it? The face, I know it but at the same time I don't. Wait, where are they? Best get my train. Who was that? How odd. Let's see then. Ah ha, A train direct to Japan, yes that is defiantly the right train. let's get on.
By Some Guy2 years ago in Fiction
MAIN LEAD. AI-Generated.
We are writing our very own story and history of our life. I am my own LEAD, I decide what I want to be. In life do we always have the options to choose? Or the path has already been planned for us ahead and we are just being guided and leading to where we suppose to end at?? Can we be a rebellious child at time and break away from the norms? Everyday is about making choices. What to wear, what to eat, what to drink, where to go...is a daily routine and that is life. When do we stop making choices? We complained about needing to make a lot of choices and decisions, until the day we aren't allow or able to make any choices of our own, we will start complaining again. Humans are just so fickle minded and in a dilemma always. Guess that makes us Lively and proofing we are well alive.
By JoyJunkie2 years ago in Fiction
My Dearest Friend
The sun slipped beneath the horizon, a final blaze of orange fading to violet dusk. In the darkening room, two hands clasped, translucent skin stretched over fragile bones.
By Caleb Lahr2 years ago in Fiction
NASA brings off space travelers' spacewalk over 'spacesuit inconvenience'
In the annals of space exploration, few activities capture the imagination and symbolize human ingenuity as powerfully as spacewalks, known officially as Extravehicular Activities (EVAs). These operations, essential for maintaining and enhacing the International Space Station (ISS) and for advancing scientific research, epitomize the blend of human bravery and technological sophistication. However, even in this realm of cutting-edge science and engineering, unexpected challenges can arise. Recently, NASA was compelled to abort a scheduled spacewalk due to a 'spacesuit inconvenience,' casting a spotlight on the intricacies and risks associated with working in the vacuum of space.
By afrin jahan2 years ago in Fiction
The Savior
By Rick Hartford I see it coming from a long way off, a black speck wavering in the afternoon’s scorching heat, dust swirling, engine whining louder as the speck becomes a trembling black locust. I stick my thumb out. The black Dodge Charger slides to a halt.
By Rick Hartford2 years ago in Fiction
"Aunt is Cleaning the Pavement"
Aunt Maggie's morning routine was a ritual woven into the fabric of her life—a choreography of sweeping and scrubbing that transformed the mundane pavement outside her home into a canvas of pristine cleanliness. With the first rays of dawn peeking over the horizon, she emerged from her cozy cottage, armed with a broom, a bucket of soapy water, and a steadfast determination to rid the world of dirt, one sweeping motion at a time.
By Abbas2 years ago in Fiction
Becoming a Starbucks Girl
I never really liked coffee. Going trick or treating was fun but the disappointment would happen once I received a coffee crisp, I didn’t like the taste, it was bitter and a “grown up” treat. For Christmas I packed up all the Coffee crisps I received and gave it to my uncle for Christmas. Everyone in university was doing all-nighters and drinking coffee like it was water. The closest I ever got was getting a Frappuccino from Starbucks. The sugary drink just made me not notice the coffee until the caffeine kicked in. I would be sitting in class practically buzzing with caffeine and I wouldn’t be able to sleep until 1 am. Those were the days of my low caffeine tolerance. Then, I got offered the job opportunity I had been waiting for: shift work. The first job I had as a shift worker was easy and I would only once in a little while get a mocha from Tim Hortons and that would set me up to do a good shift. However, I got a second job which required much more thinking and working so I stopped by Starbucks on the way to work and it became a regular routine… is routine the right word? No. I became obsessed and I started to add customizations to my drinks such as getting an iced venti white mocha light ice, caramel cold foam with line the cup with caramel sauce 2 pumps of white mocha sauce, 2 pumps of caramel and I had the prettiest drink in the hospital. I started to get more and more obsessed with trying these new flavours of coffee. Then, the addiction had really gone far when I was drinking more than one venti cup a day. I would try and get up to go to work without a cup in my hand and it was so hard to be awake in the morning. That first sip was perfect with the swirling flavours of sweetness, richness and it being unraveled on your tongue with kisses or caramel dancing with the white chocolate sauce all in a glorious combination of coffee. Getting an exact order had to be perfect because if I’m paying almost $8.00 for a coffee it better be great. However, I have never had to complain about my Starbucks drink being done wrong, not ever. Then, one day inflation just combusted and now I could not face the consequences of paying nearly ten dollars for the same drink. Ten dollars for coffee? I spent ten dollars on coffee? I thought to myself as I drove my shiny new Nissan Murano to work. I had to make a change, but how? How can I justify this? That’s when it occurred to me I could order an iced tea and then use my star rewards once in a while for that perfect combination and it would be free (not really) but girl math can save the day. This is how they got me, I have to get enough stars to get that drink, I have to get enough coffees to get the star rewards and so I can get that drink. Then, it really hit my credit card bad, but getting my gift card once can’t hurt can it? Oh yes, it certainly can. Now, I keep adding money to it and keep falling for the promotions which are constantly advertised on the app, but they make spending money so easy and convenient. A single click of a button and you’ve added money to your gift card, a single hit and I’ve already bought a drink and it’ll be waiting for me when I get there. That’s how I became a Starbucks girl because even though it’s expensive I know what I am paying for. #Starbucks
By Ada Zuba2 years ago in Fiction
How Do You Live?
Stacy marched into Gulliver’s Garden, a classic French restaurant, where her two best friends were dining in. Glancing around to find their table, she stormed towards them, slapped her oversized pink purse on the table, and shouted, “How the hell did you know that Steven was rotten to the heart!”
By Annelise Lords 2 years ago in Fiction
"The Quill of Patience"
In a small, secluded cottage nestled in the rolling hills of the countryside, a young writer named Sophia sat at her desk, quill in hand, staring blankly at the parchment before her. She had been struggling to write for weeks, her mind a jumble of ideas and emotions that refused to coalesce into coherent words.
By Abbas2 years ago in Fiction
Overcoming the Storm
In the small coastal town of Havenbrook, the sea was both a friend and a foe. For generations, the townsfolk had lived in harmony with the ocean, relying on its bounty for their livelihoods. Fishing boats dotted the harbor, and the aroma of fresh seafood wafted through the air. Yet, beneath the tranquil surface lay a lurking menace: the threat of fierce storms that could transform this picturesque town into a scene of chaos and destruction.
By Alexander Mensah2 years ago in Fiction
Journey to the Mysterious Island: An Adventure Unfolds
The sun was just beginning to rise, casting a golden hue over the restless sea as the research vessel, The Odyssey, cut through the waves. Dr. Lucas Harrington, a renowned marine biologist, stood on the deck, the salty breeze invigorating his senses. Today marked the beginning of an expedition he had dreamed of for years: the journey to the mysterious island of Isla Perdida.
By Alexander Mensah2 years ago in Fiction