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Worrying
Roger leaned over his drafting table, scrutinizing the blueprints spread before him. The midmorning sun streamed through his office window filling it with much appreciated light and raising the temperature to an unwelcome level. He could feel a little bead of sweat trickle down the back of his neck.
By A. J. Schoenfeld13 days ago in Fiction
Fire in the Dark
Storytelling began before there was even a word for “story.” Back when the world was still lit by fire and fear, people lived in small circles of light. The nights were longer than they are now, or at least they felt that way. Wind crept through branches like whispers, animals called to each other in voices humans did not yet understand, and the darkness beyond the fire was full of questions.
By Oluremi Adeoye 14 days ago in Fiction
The Truth Is Out There
My future is as uncertain as my past. I’ve pondered it for my entire life and still have few answers. The truth is out there - like the quote from the television show, The X-Files. They say to look within, but what can I find in an empty shell?
By Andrea Corwin 14 days ago in Fiction
Tata’s Lesson
Anthony learned early to watch what people did, not what they said. He was a young man when his older brother Andy—whom he had called Tata for as long as anyone could remember—told him a story that would quietly shape the rest of his life. Their parents liked to say that “Tata” had been Anthony’s first word, spoken with a kind of certainty that made it feel less like a nickname and more like a title. It stuck, not just because it was said, but because it fit. Tata was who Andy had always been to him—protector, teacher, and, in ways Anthony wouldn’t fully understand until much later, a quiet map for how to move through the world.
By Anthony Chan14 days ago in Fiction
WWIII
I don’t know if this is the beginning of something or if the beginning has already passed us by without ceremony. Maybe it started quietly, somewhere between a morning commute and a late-night headline no one fully read. Maybe it didn’t feel like a beginning at all—just another day where gas prices crept higher, where another company shut its doors, where another young person signed a contract they barely understood.
By Dagmar Goeschick14 days ago in Fiction
Beneath the Blood-Red Sky
Dearest Count, I am afraid to tell you that I will not be able to fulfil my duties. I had thought I would kneel at your feet as you darkened the bright city lights of London with your terror, feasting upon the crimson sustenance so readily offered by wench and gentleman alike.
By Paul Stewart15 days ago in Fiction
