When Gary asked politely if she wanted him to tie her to the bedposts that night, Sybil politely declined. Polite, polite, polite - she was sick of it, the way he always asked when it was a nightly ... [+]
Short Fiction
3 min
‘Getting old', Vyncor thought, ‘has been my worst decision yet'. He stretched and felt each of the gnarled knots of pain that ran through his back and neck, twisted up like tangled fishing lines ... [+]
"The work of the eyes is done. Go now and do the heart-work on the images imprisoned within you."
― Rainer Maria Rilke
I sit in front of him watching him like the painting that hangs in a
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"Where the hell are we going anyway?" Cynthia asks Jess in a stern tone.
We've been on the road for several hours, stuck in Jess's mini cooper listening to nothing but Harry Styles and Miley
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My bloodless white fingers grasped my thighs, squeezing away like Sunday lemonade. I gasped, letting my head fall back. I thumbed the lining of my shorts, finding a loose thread and pulling hard. No ... [+]
Mallory Johnson lived in the suburbs behind a white picket fence and a dark pine door. Her husband called her "Mal" when he trudged in late on the weekends, drunk and tired. David Smith was a working ... [+]
A long time ago, in a lonely forest, lived three unlucky friends.
Vanished into the land of the lost souls, they were outcasts left to perish—left with nothing but regret and anguish.
It
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Springtime arrives with cherry blossoms falling over the streets of Florence. The shower of rosy petals are tangled in the ruby dawn. A young girl approaches those new hours of daylight in a different ... [+]
"There lives more faith in honest doubt,
Believe me, than in half the creeds."
A. L. T. - In Memoriam
When I was nine years old, I lost a little Superman action figure and Dad told me to
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The white wall of Mount Sinai's waiting room was hard and smooth against Henry's head. Its unforgiving coldness infiltrated his bristly hair and trickled along the back of his skull and down his ... [+]
The strength of the ocean lives on inside of me. Tight-laced panels around my waist will never drain the saltwater from my veins, nor will high-heels ever rid me of my sea legs. I refuse to buckle ... [+]
Why?
I whispered under my breath, looking at my soulless corpse on the bed. Next to me, my dearest sister stood there in shock, with a pillow in her hands.
The pillow that suffocated
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What is one thing that everyone has but none of them are the same? The easy answer is a story. Where can a story be found? It can be found anywhere, as Callie found out one night long ago. Callie was ... [+]
Evan's body lay sprawled on the outcropping below, just above the reservoir.
Millie hadn't meant to. She was only joking, only trying to stop him from being such a wimp. She could still feel
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