A New Kind of Literary Pulse

People always describe the weather during funerals. They do it in books or movies. It's either raining, and: wow, how fitting, right? Or, it's bright and sunny, and: how dare the sun shine during this ...  [+]

1725. The sound of the Venison Mother's mast cracking boomed like cannon ball shot from the innards of a Royal ship of the line. Splinters caught one man in the throat, one man in the eye. The ...  [+]

Splatter woke up to her alarm. She sat up and stretched, looking at the time and smiling as she saw she was a few minutes ahead of schedule. Getting out of bed, she headed towards her closet and ...  [+]

The murmuring of nobles filled the theatre. The stage was unfamiliar: marbled floors, stone pillars that seemed to reach the heavens, rounded ceilings adorned with paintings of Gods and Goddesses ...  [+]

I used to be shiny. I used to be plump. I used to be ready to bounce and float to my heart's content. I was made to please: blown up with the air of a smiling clown, and twisted to become an animal of ...  [+]

The door slammed shut as the kid, a teenager soon to graduate high school, leaves the house. This isn't an old house, nor is it a new one. It has been there for what seems like ages surrounded by the ...  [+]

We used to build. Back when I was a child, we built cities and palaces, temples and towers. We built relationships and communities and nations. We built artwork and music. I don't know when we ...  [+]

It was the end of summer.
The sun grew into a large, old asphalt ball that tardily melted down. Waves of heat rose off the ground, and the figures of Nguyet and her aged horse weaved slowly within ...  [+]

1) It is late-night, and nearly morning, you're returning home with an oil light. It warms your cold left hand. You think it as usual: it's better than none. You start to count how much you just ...  [+]

(Me2 created this group MError.)
(Me2 added Me1)

Me2: Hi @Me1
Me1: Hi Me2! :D
Me2 You were running late to school today.
Me1: I know... :-/
Me2: You were late for one minute...
Me1 ...  [+]

The man and the boy sat quietly in their lodge as the storm raged outside. The sun had long faded and exhaled its last breath of warmth. It was the boy's first time in this place, his first time ...  [+]

Steam from neon signs faded into the night while this city bustled with people despite the weather. So, sanctuary was found in the darkness of alleys, where no mortals felt safe enough to walk down ...  [+]

I had my very first sip of coffee when I was 6 years old. Dad picked me up from school one Monday afternoon in his grey Toyota Corolla and took me straight to the Deja Brew in town. He didn't even ...  [+]

Lihong: cold, cold, the coldness of hell. How they walked on the roads together, Libei with Lihua curled between sore breasts, Lihua wound up in the scarf. Sometimes Lihong carried Lihua. But she was ...  [+]

"Perhaps it's true what they say, and people do meet in dreams." He said. "I know because I saw you in mine."

And he had.
They'd met in Paris. But it was a cleaner, more abstract Paris ...  [+]

Rain pattered softly outside the frosted window. He saw her standing in the cafe, sweeping the floor. Night was settling on the city, two lamp posts illuminating the street as darkness nestled around ...  [+]

Alyssa's pulses were getting weaker and weaker. A bed near the wall with a magpie painting which Alyssa was lying on. Evans looked at his watch, he realized it had been twenty-six hours since Alyssa's ...  [+]

Macy was trying to run through the sweaty, claustrophobic crowd. There were too many people to be spotted or cared about. You could become anyone in this crowd—or no one at all.

There were ...  [+]