Short Story
Beneath the Liquid Sky
Silence. A silence so deep it pressed against the shore like the world itself forgot to breathe. The water remained still, its glazed edges shone with an iridescent glow that pulsed with life beneath the burning sun. Dark trunks rose skyward to the heavens, their branches tracing the outline of the world suspended in silence.
By Caylin Watkinsa day ago in Fiction
Red Moon And Killer Wolves
Red Moon And Killer Wolves Under the red moon the forest changed. Trees leaned as if listening. The wolves came, their fur dark with shadow. They did’nt growl, they did not run. They walked slow, eyes fixed ahead, as though something unseen pulled them forward. In the village a single lamp still burned. A woman stepped outside, looking up at the strange sky. She never saw them reach her. One moment she stood breathing, next the ground drank her silence. The wolves kept moving, leaving nothing behind but blood in the dirt and the heavy pulse of the moon above.
By George’s Girl 2026 2 days ago in Fiction
LHS Class of 01 The Reunion
In the lingering silence, Megan felt a surprising swell of empathy, a recognition that the bitterness they had both cultivated over the years had been a shared defense against their own insecurities. “I’m sorry you’ve had to go through that,” she said, her tone softer than she had intended, the words sliding out like a tentative bridge across a chasm of former animosity. “Leaving someone you’ve built a life with isn’t easy, but it sounds like you’ve finally found the strength to choose what’s right for you.” Valerie gave a faint, grateful smile, the kind that seemed to release some of the tension coiled around her shoulders. As the two women stood there, the distant sound of a band beginning to play a familiar song, the reunion took on a new dimension—one where old wounds could be acknowledged, where former enemies could glimpse a shared humanity, and where the simple act of speaking truth could, at last, transform rivalry into a quiet, unexpected camaraderie.
By Forest Green2 days ago in Fiction
LHS Class of 01 The Reunion
Megan lingered beneath the flickering string lights of the community hall, the hum of clinking glasses and half‑remembered laughter weaving around her like a familiar tapestry. She had arrived early, hoping the anonymity of the early hour would allow her to observe the shifting dynamics of the once‑tight circle without the pressure of an immediate greeting. The reunion was meant to be a celebration of the decade that had passed since graduation, a chance for old friends to reconnect, but for Megan it also represented an uneasy truce with the past—a past that still held the sharp sting of Valerie's betrayal when she had spread rumors that nearly ruined Megan’s time at Lincoln. As she scanned the room, a sense of quiet anticipation settled over her, a feeling that something, or someone, would soon disturb the fragile equilibrium she had painstakingly built.
By Forest Green2 days ago in Fiction
T Comics Presents #3
T COMICS PRESENTS: Von Vultur New York City The Crow's Nest Bar June 13, 1984 10:01 am Jeffrey Gladwell felt oddly good as he was winding his way through a part of the city to a bar he had never heard of before. As good as he was at following the directions and winding his way in the summer heat of a sunny day, he wasn't in his twenties anymore. He was a sixty-year-old man trying to stay relevant enough to keep a job doing what he loved as a reporter. Despite a sudden pep in his step, he was eager to meet an old resourceful contact named William. William had been a source for things of a weird and supernatural nature and occasionally of a more criminal nature as well. With his help, he managed to make something of a living working for various newspapers. Now, times have changed. The paper he's working for now has him doing "kiddie fare" that has more appeal to kids than the adults he was used to dealing with.
By Derrick Billups 2 days ago in Fiction
