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The Innocent Ignorance of ‘44
Meredith poked around the living room for the last time, dusting and squaring her knick-knacks before she settled in her chair like a hen on a clutch of eggs. Bill, who was reading the Daily Tribune in his lounger, breathed a sigh of relief because she had found the house in order. Her constant nitpicking and rearranging annoyed him to no end. Images of her mother, who had done the same thing when he had come to court her, hurled themselves at his mind. From behind his paper he could hear her searching through her blonde wicker basket in front of her leather ottoman where she would soon prop her feet. Next would come the tic-tic-tic of her knitting needles and the muffled crunches of almonds.
By Anton Halifax3 days ago in Fiction
Black Onions
All her sisters hid from me, the Mandingo, and they veiled themselves in their green bivouacs, yet I knew the forbidden fruit of white flesh. She revealed herself to me, unclasped her flakey brown chemise, teased me with smooth pearly shoulders and I know I must push her away. What would Master do if he caught me in the garden with her naked, crying because I will never know who she really is? There are too many faces she has shown me and her pungent fakeness stings my eyes.
By Anton Halifax3 days ago in Fiction
Fandom
I. Usually, I’m not a morning person. I tend to exhaust myself during the day, and I need to get some sleep in the night in order to perform well the following day. That’s even more important when you’re a superhero like me. Your body not only uses more energy and power, especially in battles against evil, than those of mortal people, but it also requires more energy and power to sustain itself on a daily basis.
By David Perlmutter3 days ago in Fiction
LHS Class of 01 Reunion '16
The revelation set off a cascade of thoughts in Scott’s head, each one more frantic than the last, as he imagined the ripple effects on the reunion’s schedule, the speeches, and the sentimental tributes that had already been painstakingly outlined. “If Mrs. Wilkes isn’t there, who’s going to chair the ceremony?” he muttered, his voice barely audible over the soft hiss of the soda fountain. His concern was not merely logistical; it was rooted in the deep respect he held for the woman who had, for decades, served as the unofficial matriarch of their graduating class, her presence a comforting constant at every milestone. He recalled the way she would linger after meetings, offering warm, peppered advice, and he imagined the emptiness that would settle over the gathering if her chair sat unfilled. Marc, meanwhile, ran his thumb over the worn edge of his coffee mug, his thoughts spiraling into memories of Mrs. Wilkes’ uncanny ability to remember every student’s name, a skill that had made even the most reticent alumni feel seen.
By Forest Green3 days ago in Fiction
Don't wait until I am sick or Dead.
Let me tell you what it actually feels like to be - Living in The Town of Almost-Nice. My name is Harold Finchley, and if you reside in the town of Barnbridge - you may or may not notice that the inhabitants have a rather peculiar habit.
By Novel Allen3 days ago in Fiction
The Skull Washed Ashore
The Skull Washed Ashore The tide was slow that morning, dragging itself across the shore with a heavy sound that seemed to settle into the bones rather than pass through the ears, and the sky hung low in a dull grey weight that made the whole stretch of beach feel closed in, as though the world had narrowed to that one place and refused to open beyond it. I had walked there many times before, enough to know every shift in the sand and every curve of the shoreline, yet that day something felt wrong in a way that could not be easily named, something quiet and watchful that seemed to exist just beyond the edge of thought.
By George’s Girl 2026 3 days ago in Fiction
Closing Doors That Were Never Opened
Closing Doors That Were Never Opened She had a way of walking into places that were never hers, as if the world had been waiting for her all along. Doors did not need to be opened for her, she moved like they had already said yes. A smile in the right moment, a softness in her voice, and suddenly she was inside lives that had taken years to build.
By George’s Girl 2026 3 days ago in Fiction
Too Much Love Can Kill You
Too Much Love Can Kill You At first, it felt like the kind of love people dream about. The kind that arrives quietly, then suddenly fills every space in your life. There were messages all day, voices late into the night, and that constant feeling of being chosen. It made the world seem smaller, safe, nothing could reach you as long as they were there. There was no distance, no gaps, no silence, and that intensity felt like something rare, something people search their whole lives for. You told yourself this was what love was meant to feel like, full, consuming, undeniable.
By George’s Girl 2026 3 days ago in Fiction
