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Obey
I put a hand on my face and rub hard against my eyes before rolling halfway over and slapping at the buzzing plastic box perched upon the cheap wooden nightstand beside me. It feels as if sleep took me only hours ago, plunging my mind into a hurricane of brightly colored dreams. The pile of dark blankets and sheets pull off hard as they catch on feet, producing a curse and a thrash followed by a loud grunt as muscles tense and I find myself upright looking out a single small window into the street outside.
By Brier5 days ago in Fiction
Following The Rules...
Write a story centered on an unspoken rule that everyone in the story understands and follows, allowing the rule to emerge through behavior.
By Denise E Lindquist5 days ago in Fiction
TUS NUA - ch 55
TUS NUA – ch 55 New Beginnings – Mia and Midnight (*)(*)(*) Mia, still grinning said, “I’ll portal home and get mom. We’ll meet you there.”
By Margaret Brennan5 days ago in Fiction
The Alamo Mystery History Missed
The Alamo Mystery History Missed— Seeing Through the Smoke By: Liam Einhorn Before I begin, if you haven't read America's Unsung and Unseen Occult Operatives, you should jump back and read that first—because without it, we wouldn't be here today at all.
By Tales from a Madman5 days ago in Fiction
Above From Below: Part 4
Rick Steele drove away from the bar and headed toward home. There was a period during the rainy season when the locals got a break, the first time in a while, he could drive without using his wipers. He had a lot to think about. What Major Kohl shared with him about his brother’s death had his head spinning. There was something more to his death than the locals in Texas had found.
By The Man Behind The Mask5 days ago in Fiction
LHS Class of 01 Reunion '16
“It’s funny, isn’t it? The way we think we’re the mentors, when sometimes the students end up being the teachers.” Emily laughed, a short, relieved sound that seemed to lift a weight she hadn’t known she was still carrying. The conversation spun forward, weaving together past struggles and future dreams, each sentence a stitch in the tapestry of their shared history.
By Forest Green5 days ago in Fiction
LHS Class of 01 Reunion '16
The next day, Emily slipped into the red‑leather booth of Mae’s Diner just as the early afternoon sun began to spill through the slatted windows, painting the checkered tablecloth in amber. The scent of fresh‑baked biscuits mingled with the faint hum of a jukebox playing an old country ballad, and she could feel the familiar thrum of the diner's worn‑in rhythm beneath her nerves. When Mrs. Wilkes arrived, her silver hair tucked neatly beneath a pastel cardigan, Emily’s heart gave an involuntary lift; the woman’s presence had always seemed to carry a quiet gravity, a calm that steadied the stormy days that followed the tumult at Lincoln High. “I’m glad you could make it, Mrs. Wilkes,” Emily said, her voice a little breathless, “I’ve been looking forward to this all week.” The two women exchanged a smile that was half‑hearted but sincere, and for a moment the diner's clatter faded into a backdrop for the conversation that was about to unfold.
By Forest Green5 days ago in Fiction
LHS Class of 01 Reunion '16
“When I first saw you stumble over the quadratic formula, I never imagined you’d be the one standing here, confident, ready to take on the world. Remember, retirement is not an end but a transition, a chance to apply the lessons you’ve learned in new ways.” She paused, her gaze lingering on the distant highway visible through the diner's glass door, and then added, “I hope you’ll visit me, perhaps bring a fresh batch of your famous cinnamon rolls.”
By Forest Green5 days ago in Fiction
My Grandfather Left Me a Wooden Statue, and Now I Hear it Moving at Night
When my Grandfather Elias passed away, he left me his cabin in the Pacific Northwest and a single, life-sized wooden carving he called "The Elderknot."
By The Glitch Archive5 days ago in Fiction
Being Seen
“True story,” is how she starts every story before launching into the most implausible tale. She claimed the moon was stalking her last night, so she waited until it was close enough to grab. Once she got ahold of it, she shrank it to marble size.
By Tina D. Lopez5 days ago in Fiction
True Story
“True story,” is how she starts every story before launching into the most implausible tale. Last night, she claimed the moon was stalking her, said she caught it, shrank it to marble size. I chuckled until she reached into her pocket and pulled out the luminous orb.
By Tina D. Lopez5 days ago in Fiction
Parting is such sweet and salty sorrow.... Top Story - March 2026.
Dear Wife— At first, I hesitated to go forward with this resolution. But after your recent late-night binges scarfing down bags of chicharrónes—those pork rinds you dip in butter and the god-awful crunch they make, I knew I could no longer reach you.
By Lamar Wiggins5 days ago in Fiction