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A Banker's Eye
Today is the day. My driver turned the car onto Park Ave. "Five minutes, Mr. Magosaki." Storefronts displaying the latest fashions blurred by as I stared out the window. Eyeless bodies herded past the high dollar lure of gems and clothes. A dozen patrons waited in line for coffee and bagels from a food cart. In a few hours, it would be for hotdogs. Are these real humans or just robotics set in motion like twenty-first-century mannequins? A NYPD officer paced the walk scanning for anyone who would dare to draw notice.
By J. S. Wade3 years ago in Fiction
The Door’s Locked. Finalist in 2023 Vocal Writing Awards - Horror Fiction. Content Warning.
Knock. Knock. Knock. Cherry stood in front of the accident: a lake hidden between tall whispering trees with a perfectly preserved old wooden dock. The lake, which had a local nickname, but wasn’t important enough for Cherry to remember, contained countless good memories; it washed over the area in a thick coat of paint: its hues ever-changing after every visitor. But that was its lie, and within that lie hid its true depths, the memories caged, and the number of bodies it had stored over its long life. Even Cherry couldn’t help but indulge, imagining a day when she would watch the stillness, soaking her feet in the stained water.
By K. Kocheryan3 years ago in Fiction
The Empty Glass
I remember it like it was yesterday. I was standing right there next to my husband, when all of a sudden, in the middle of a sentence, he disappeared. I remember the sound of the glass hitting the pebbles, and of them moving, knocking together as it settled.
By Anna Boisvert3 years ago in Fiction
Say Goodbye To Hollywood
LOS ANGELES (AP)- History was made today, as a controversial ruling by the California Supreme Court appears to set a major precedent for dissolving the boundaries between fantasy and reality in public discourse across the world, as well as providing the gravest threat to the entire entertainment industry it may ever be forced to face.
By David Perlmutter3 years ago in Fiction
Meat, Walking. First Place in 2023 Vocal Writing Awards - Fantasy Fiction. Content Warning.
It's dirty. Its skin and meagre cloth coverings are tattered and grubby, although there's a clean salt trail on each cheek. It's given up crying now, though, and before long those marks will fill in with grime. The corners of its mouth are drawn down, and its eyes are frightened.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
Liminal: occupying a position at, or on both sides of, a boundary or threshold. OED
Bonbons in a glass jar tempt me; a jar of chopped-up rainbow. I swirl a yellow one around my mouth, expect the zing and tang of fresh lemon. I spit it into my hand when no one is looking and bury it in a potted ficus by the TV set. I hate bananas. My husband devours them instead of crisps and candy. I smell them on his clothes; just a hint, through wood-spice aftershave and whiskey.
By Teresa Renton3 years ago in Fiction
Make Me Human
We had not even a scrap of shared language, being from different galaxies and all, but after a lifetime of miscommunications I more or less knew what to do. It took a while, but we eventually established a sort of rudimentary sign language. I realized pretty quick that my two community college classes in ASL were not going to be much use here.
By Channah Shifrin3 years ago in Fiction
