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  • The Mark

    The little black spot appeared on her ankle and at first she thought it was just a mole. She dressed and rushed off to school. Her friends giggled and gathered at her locker like every other day and together they trooped the long way to class just to p...

  • A day in dreamland (P.2) (Mature)

    ‘Bzz-zzzt-zz-zt’ The red-lights flicked off, and embraced us, the inmates in a tangy sensation of black as the monsters retreated back to their confinement. I then drifted into a slumber. Of life before i came to this hell-hole…I pict...

    • Author: Denying
    • Posted 10 months ago.
    • 3 out of 5
  • In-sec-ur-i-ty (Mature)

    When you know, you know, the feeling of it dropping… It drops down, down, like you’re in a elevator that’s ready to hit the ground. No belly in there, just empty space For somebody to run around, or scream and shout and let it bounce ...

  • He Listens, He Remembers

    He closed his eyes. His uncle’s camper had that old wet and musty smell. The scent was stronger in his mind then it had been thirty years ago. Sleeping in the camper that night was way better than being in the house. In the house, he was always w...

    • Author: BiC
    • Posted 10 months ago.
  • The Truth

    “But, to be frank, I deem that I am unqualified to enjoy welfare in the heaven.” The boy stared at somewhere else with steely-eyed face, mumbling. “It’s not necessary to every human being who once perpetrated into the hell.̶...

  • Name your price

    There were not many people on the boat, but they had the same direction and goal— escaping from the horrible place and going back to their home, England. " The ring must be recovered, or Kay’s father won’t agree our engagement.&q...

  • Greeting Fate Warmly

    The air was cold and George shivered, absently readjusting his long gray jacket around himself. The jacket was the most expensive piece of clothing he owned. If it was clean and new, it might fetch a price of $45, as it was, dirty, thread worn and stai...

  • Counting

    “Eleven thousand five hundred ninety-one. Eleven thousand five hundred ninety-two.” Salva sweated. Her ragged blouse molded itself to her chest but she ignored it. She had a job to do, an important job, perhaps the most important job in the...

  • The Infamous Clean Too (June 4)

    “Vanessa Blackrayne!” Vanessa quickly jerked awake, almost hitting her head on the hot lamp above her. “Coming, Mrs. Warthton!” She quickly turned off the lamp and grabbed the fabric she had been repairing, putting it in a drawe...

  • No Com(promise)s (Mature)

    Who but you would lie until you can’t feel your bones Or your lungs Or your eyeballs in your head Or the worst-heart Your worst-heart rots & sinks through the pillars of candied flesh Inside of you What is really left inside of you? Just like...

  • Pump House Bridget

    Tadpoles sent rings of ripples across the surface of the water, skimming along shaded shallows. I just wanted to cool my feet after so much walking, but I’m afraid of fish, so I hovered on the edge, wondering if I could shoo them away long enough...

    • Author: Jae
    • Posted 11 months ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Emergence

    You take my hand. You pull. I emerge. In time we see little reason not to hold one another. We look at the wall and we can see my former chamber. We cannot see the wall. We are content. We are not alone any more. Things get better for us. One day we wi...

  • Our Caves

    We live in caves, you and I, dark and cramped and damp. They are where we live, but we never call them home. Drilled into the face of the cliff and opening unto the vacant oceanic air, we cannot see each other, we cannot visit. Sometimes we can hear on...

  • The Ocean

    Leo had already rented his tuxedo. And of course, the corsage had been picked out. It was a beach pea flower, plucked from the shore of their beach. He had given her the same flowers when they got their acceptance letters to Duke earlier in the spring....

  • Free from Pain (Day 117)

    Mario felt the rising tide, the overwhelming weight of numbness, blanketing him from the inside. It’s curling grayness was a fog that drowned heart, mind, and soul together at once. He felt a small flare of fear but already the alien force was dr...

  • Of Dough and Dreams

    “Hello, friend.” I didn’t raise my head to acknowledge the voice. There wasn’t any way that someone could be there. Therefore this had to be a dream or hallucination. A doughy hand landed on my arm, moist and warm. “Don...

  • Hope in a State of Disrepair (Day 115)

    The rotor spun lazily around in a circle, sputtering every third rotation. Tom knew it was every third rotation because he had nothing to do except sit and watch the helicopter waste gas. The noise and the heat reminded him of the times when he used to...

  • It Changes You (Day 114)

    Paul staggered to a stop as he felt a squirming inside his belly. Was it a kick? The thing growing inside him moved again causing him to break wind loudly. He had felt pretty terrible lately- sweaty, bloated, constantly starving or nauseated, but more ...

  • Let The Games Begin (Mature)

    Wiping a bit of the grog from his stubble Mark grabbed for the phone on his bedside table, knocking aside magazines and box of wadded tissues in the process, “Hullooooh?” his yawn stretched the salutation. “Hi,” a girl’s v...

    • Author: Nancy
    • Posted 12 months ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • A Running Cat

    She was running. Running like she was being followed by a group of Olympic thugs. She didn’t know why she was running. It was dark, she could only make out the pavement just in front of her so she could dodge the plethora of potholes in the concr...

  • Blown away

    Blown away, blown away, the singer on the radio sang. It was the story of my life. Everything had blown away , everything was hopeless. There was no acceptance letter to Princeton, no awards, no scholarship, no friends. All my dreams had shattered like...

  • Public Nuisance

    A loud, maniacal cry punctured the library’s air of calm and quiet, splintering silence into a myriad of broken pieces. Oh dear, Ms Davis thought to herself, he’s back again. “What’s going on?” “Who was that?” ...

  • The Cookbook Part I

    Sam unwrapped the book, leaving the brown paper intact. Sitting in the middle was her latest purchase. She couldn’t resist buying used cookbooks, the kind that were full of handwritten recipes passed through families, stains of ingredients and me...

    • Author: Nancy
    • Posted 12 months ago.
  • Fear Feeds Into Fear (Day 108)

    I am here as a Probe. It’s an unfortunate title given your race’s curious fascination with rear penetration, but back home it is an honorable title. I assure you that I have never, ever— errr—probed one of your species without c...

  • A Shell of a Reunion (Day 107)

    Lena looked at her sister sadly. Laura blinked slowly, rendered non-functional by the drugs in her system. The knees, elbows and forearms of her clothes were streaked with dirt. “You’ve seen that we are taking good care of her, yes? Has you...

  • paranoia.

    everything everyone says is a lie. it’s sweet nothing to my aching, selfish ears. words alone are not enough to please me, it’s not enough to say you care, to say you love me. the solid anchor of physical connection is gone; how do I know y...

    • Author: capricious.
    • Posted about 1 year ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Gone

    Her twin sister wasn’t coming back. Every day on the news, that dumb blonde reporter said that the police were so close to finding her, that they found a new lead every day. But Elisa knew. As soon as a more exciting story came up, they would for...

  • Securing the Future (Day 104)

    It was the first time I killed a man in the name of something greater. Had I killed others before this? Of course. That’s what soldiers do. Those enemies were faceless. Demonized. Different. I got paid for it. When I first enlisted, it wasn’...

  • Despair Bear (Day 91) (Mature)

    Sharon despaired under the weight of her disappointment. This tiny bear was to be her only hope? She wished Alexander was still around so she could kick him. She didn’t understand how he could have any faith in this runt. There were plenty of Fra...

  • Like Creeping Sores (Day 87)

    Nine sheet covered bodies lay in the street, cordoned off from the rest of the city by angry looking biohazard tape. Meerchum eyed the other medical personnel that buzzed around in their half-panicked, half-excited states with open disapproval. People ...

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