Short Story
The Lower Shelf
The Lower Shelf by luccian.layth An old bookstore on a street he won't remember the name of. Ghaith pulls a book from the bottom shelf, wipes the dust with his finger without meaning to. A woman stands nearby reading upright, as though standing is part of the act.
By LUCCIAN LAYTH9 minutes ago in Fiction
The Cost of Waiting. Content Warning.
Peanut wasn't one of the cats who came to us. We went to him. At the time we weren't a sanctuary yet. We were living in an apartment, loving the cats we already had. One day I was standing on my balcony when I heard someone talking about a cat that was lying by the doorstep to another apartment building. At first, we weren't going to intervene. After some time, we knew we had to.
By Special Little Whiskers Kitten Sanctuaryabout an hour ago in Fiction
What's It All For?
What’s It All For The phrase ‘the forest for the trees’ is used repeatedly, leading me to overlook how personal struggles blocked my broader perspective. By late 1998, during my failing six-year marriage, I was overwhelmed by panic, which had become my norm. My marriage to Spence was never ideal; escaping a cruel family, I clung to him as my only source of validation. That was a mistake. After six years of ostracism for marrying him, I was trying to hold on for reasons I couldn't explain.
By Alexandra Grantabout 2 hours ago in Fiction
YNs
2015 “Please state your name for the record,” Representative Gadley Goggins announced. His blue suit looked sharp but a bit too tight on him. It made his light brown skin taut and almost as if his red tie strangled him. It was like he had just got it from the cleaners but made some severe alterations that made him look like he was choking, slightly. He was sixty-seven-years old and looked like he was ninety. His gray hair, though combed back, made him look slightly younger. The conference room in the middle of Wilmington featured law enforcement figures, dignitaries, some businesspeople, even a royal. They came to hear the words of the youthful leader of the Delaware State Police.
By Skyler Saundersabout 19 hours ago in Fiction
The Dreamholders of Tessarna
Beyond the snowy slopes of the twin Plardo-Tylno Peaks with their ruby caps, across the Sea of Fiery Tamarinds where the trees grow out of the purple reefs to spray burning spores into the wind. Between the River Endurib’s wide delta that meanders aimlessly around the Plain of Milisino licking the plain’s fields of golden grass, and the sharp obsidian blades of the Wicklaure Mountains where the Dwerrow mine for diamonds and cut obsidian blades. At the centre of the vast and ancient Empire of Tessarna that is ruled by the mighty Lord of the City, Divine Emperor of the Manifold Blades, the Emperor-God Thah-Rast who has ruled there for ten thousand generations. There sits the many-spired citadel of Chega-Toleh, where the streets are limned in purple banners of silk and the paving stones are green marble laced with threads of gold brought up from the sea by the sixteen mighty hands of titanic Thah-Rast. Here the Guild of Dweomercraefters makes its magical vessels to store up dreams in captured form to be experienced again and again by whosoever seeks them. Dreams small and large, pleasant and horrible, all manner of dreams they ensnare in the delicate glass vessels and sell to the highest bidder.
By Samuel Wrighta day ago in Fiction
Sophie. Content Warning.
She was so innocent. Head full of ideas, heart full of dreams. She was the best friend a girl (or a boy) could ever ask for. But that was before. Before her ideas got laughed at. Her dreams were shattered. And her friends forsaked her. That was before the case.
By Maya Or Tzura day ago in Fiction
