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  • Weapons of Mass Distraction

    My name is Alan Stanley. I live in Fulton, Missouri. I manage a Radio Shack. And I was America’s nuclear failsafe. Some no-nonsense military men showed up one evening, all crisp dress uniforms and grim looks. Each year, they explained, a citizen ...

    • Author: kyle90
    • Posted almost 4 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • I Wonder Where She Goes

    You know, I just wonder where she goes. Everybody has places to go, but it’s different with her. I’m just lounging around and I’ll see her fumble down the stairs with a bag full of who knows what and she’ll zoom out the door. I&...

  • Of the sea

    It was an ill storm that gathered on the heels of the fret. The townsfolk, familiar with the omens, stayed by their hearths during the day and, bolting their doors against the thickening dark, retired early to bed. Outside, the wind rose, churning the ...

    • Author: JonB
    • Posted almost 4 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • September 6th

    I fell in love on the sixth of September when you looked at me for the very first time. Your eyes told me that in every curse there was a blessing to be found, and perhaps you were the godsend I was searching for. If I turned to my right, my past was s...

    • Author: jdot
    • Posted almost 4 years ago.
  • You'll Meet Me in the Woods (Mature)

    Ize finally opened his eyes. The light from the sun stung deep. He tried to stand, but a sharp invisible knife rammed into his side. He cried in pain. Ize’s teeth clenched as he forced himself to stand. He went to search his pockets. Hopefully th...

  • Expiry Date

    Passing a porthole on his way to the lab, Lev noticed that the sea outside their vessel was streaked with tar-like scars. Dark stripes, bleeding wisps of oil into the vast sapphire waters. Cursing under his breath, he dashed down the corridor to find M...

  • galopping fingers

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  • Adam

    Adam bolts down the alleyway between his building and the next, clambering over the wire fence at the end. The Heli-Coppers are closing in. He runs through the streets, colliding with strangers, tripping over his feet. If they catch him, there’ll...

  • Tomberous Encounter

    Shel, Diz, and Dennis were exploring an ancient Egyptian tomb under a pyramid. It was dark and they carried torches. They came upon a stone table with an ornately carved wooden object, shaped like a key, but the handle looked like a large animal’...

  • What's in a Name?

    My name is Adam Pierce and I’ve been told a hundred times that it is a strong name. They tell me at the Chicory County AA meetings after we disband. They tell me I’m the best counselor they have ever had. They tell me at the Holy Spirit Chu...

    • Author: Escapist
    • Posted almost 4 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • The Long War

    I walk through these trees, brown and dry with decay, remembering days past. I once walked through these very woods as a child, before that fateful day. Pausing for a moment, I realize that I am in the very spot that changed my life forever all those y...

  • Rue de Oleander

    Rue de Oleander, Kale found, was aptly named. Tree-lined, with each row house speckled with oleander of every color. It seemed a peaceful place, quaint, distinctly Parisian. Yet something in him knew that under the surface was something else. The naggi...

  • Saved By a Cowboy

    “I remember being six or seven years old. My family was a lot different back then. My parents were still together—that was a nightmare. But anyway, they were friends with this couple that lived out in the rural part of the state. We visited...

  • You Smell Like Skin

    I’ve known boys Who smell like apples. I’ve known boys Who smell like berries. But you smell like Skin. I’ve known boys Who leave their hearts Where they found them. I’ve known boys Who don’t listen so well. And you smell...

  • Chuchip (part 5)

    Seven days later, Aponi waited with the rest of the tribe. They waited for Chuchip, but he never came. “Chuchip hasn’t been seen all week long.” Aponi heard someone whisper in the gathering. She started to shed tears. They fell onto t...

  • ...or Science or Fate or Allah (Mature)

    At first, my soul was minimal. I existed within 3 vile chords resonating onyx-dust sounds off of bones. Next, I ravaged my body with all things inorganic. I bled bleach, took on a new scent from meth squeezing out of my pores, & even lost a tooth. ...

    • Author: Escapist
    • Posted almost 4 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Kertline Considers

    He had supposed that his capture of the Stone would have been the climax, the end of his adventure. Nothing was farther from the truth; in a way, all his other trials had been mere exposition in comparison. The real danger was in fact just getting star...

  • Narsit Caught in the Act

    Narsit had the Stone. He swiftly scampered back to the cave entrance, past the columns, and darting around the fallen monolith. His heart was moving at least as quickly as his feet. Unfortunately, the guard who had been just outside when he had grabbed...

  • A Seed of Truth

    “Who are you?” I whispered. Mary placed a cold palm against my cheek. “I’m whoever you need me to be. Whoever you see, that is who you need most.” Memories of Mary surfaced, swimming up through the intervening years. I tri...

  • The Tormaunt Emerges

    Heliola’s eyes grew wide as the enormous figure moved into the firelight. She had no way to know it, but Pruckus was a Tormaunt, one of the largest of their kind. Staplet had never understood if Pruckus was male or female, or perhaps neither, or ...

  • Pruckus Approaches

    Heliola had never really had a friend, even an acquaintance, before. She could not feel sure if the faun was friend or foe. Was he keeping her alive only to kill her later? Where was he taking her? She could not understand his words, but the leaves he ...

  • The Long Trudge Begins

    The faun trundled on between the trees, sometimes snagging his burlap burden on branches. Once his nails cut through the material, but he mended it. He was a handy fellow. He consulted his compass at times, lighting a small flame on his arm fur and kee...

  • Burlap Escape

    And she was on the move. The bag was not tightly woven, so she could see a bit, but she was disoriented and did know the territory. Heliola was frightened. She could smell the musk of the faun as he struggled off the lane into the wood, grunting to him...

  • The Ruin of Shorelocke: The Room

    Eifan drags one finger lightly along the door jamb as he enters the room. The door itself has long since crumbled into dust, long since forgotten what it was — but the stone remembers. The memory whispers up to Eifan like a ripple of warm water. ...

    • Author: Jim Stitzel
    • Posted about 4 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • The Face of Hunger

    Kiriko’s stomach growled.Lighting another cigarette, she took a drag and hoped the nicotine would stave off hunger for a little while longer. Rain pelted the over hang. She shivered. Across the street Ari, squatter and more peasant-like, stood on...

  • High

    It’s like the high is a being Itself. I’ll climb onto Its scaly back and hold tight to Its rough and worn horns. And It’ll spread Its massive purple wings—each feather a piece of me and all the people I’ve ever known—...

  • Shriek

    She accosted him on the sidewalk, as he was loading the last of his gear into the truck. He had just come from a client’s house, the last job of the day. He was loading his backpack sprayer when she slammed into him, nearly knocking him off his f...

    • Author: Jim Stitzel
    • Posted about 4 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Accusations

    She leans against the sink and stares at the message scrawled in the dust on the mirror. Thank god it’s just dust this time, and not blood. Her arms and thighs are criss-crossed with the scissored scars of past blood-lettings. She breathes deeply...

  • Origin: Dark Horse

    Light from the world above faded. Drips of water echoed in the distance. The Baetylus Stone in hand, it casting its eerie glow, Akmal drifted deeper into the darkness. “Stand down!” A voice called out from the blackness below. Dropping, he ...

    • Author: BiC
    • Posted about 4 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Pretty Moon

    What emotional beings we are. No, no. Not everyone is. I always forget that. Caught up in your nest of life… I mean I am caught in my nest of life. But Jesus, this is a huge tree. And look across the way—is that another tree? Some people ju...

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