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July 03, 2025
Poetry Markus J

The Days Of Future Dreams

the days of future dreams the flames once rose high thinking our lives would end up supreme thinking our future seemed a far of dream but in the end nothing is what it seems many times the winds of changed has blown this way one minute we`re lapping the cream…
July 03, 2025
General Stories L Christopher Hennessy

Bad Girl

Part 1I lost the entire manuscript when I assassinated my laptop with sauvignon blanc as I rubbed the lower back of a woman who dozed drunk on my bed, sweating. She was crazed, somewhere between screaming and lying about the orgasm. Bree was a miracle to me,…
July 03, 2025
Horror Stories Nelly Shulman

Black Is Our Colour

“I swear she could have been you. Look! This girl is your long-lost twin.” Fi nudged me, and I smiled. “Never had or wanted one.” I stood up. “Let’s go, or the bargain hunters will clear the shelves before us.” We dived into the vintage emporium across the…
July 03, 2025
Poetry Markus J

The Transformation

"I need a brake" words that twisted my heart- shattering the dream that we would never part. I asked myself 'what ever did I do wrong? sad, gloominess could`ve easily been my song. I wouldn't let the anger and misery grow or cultivate- uprising feelings I…
July 03, 2025
Flash Fiction Benoit

Jae

It was Jae’s birthday today. She turned eight. What a beautiful sunny girl! Hyo planned a surprise or two; Li, his wife, did too. Birthday cake, a puppy and … Don’t forget, they grinned just before he drove off. Traffic was intense. A long call came from…
July 03, 2025
General Stories Matias Travieso-Diaz

Fear

Leandro stood outside the Kroger, leaning forward as he shivered in the early March dawn. He hated this moment: the cold, the fatigue, the feeling of helplessness, the anticipation of another day ahead at his degrading job picking collard leaves under the…
July 03, 2025
Horror Stories Mihko Askiweno

Found You

Panic gripped her as she staggered up the steep, rocky incline, breath coming in jagged, shallow gasps. Sweat streamed down her face in torrents, her hair clinging to her forehead and cheeks in disheveled clumps. Her legs trembled with exhaustion, molten fire…
July 03, 2025
Poetry Markus J

Lost On The Path

But alas; sometimes I think we've lost our way- too many strayed opinions...one too many a survey. Walking on the road ahead, just following the herd of sheep- with a hypnotised mind, wide awake yet very fast asleep. While yelling...join the team of the…
July 03, 2025
Flash Fiction Benoit

The Brothers

Juan and Pascal were shipped to distant relatives on Delvina’s periodic hospitalisations. For smoking and breathing difficulties. She had been warned but could not stop. They did not understand the illness or the connection. Pascal stayed with cousins who…
June 04, 2025
General Stories Dylan James Harper

The Bylaws Of The Revolutionary Council

A loud clang rang through the bunker as the door slammed shut. “I really think we have a chance to win this thing!” Greg’s voice echoed throughout the cold walls. The three other inhabitants of the bunker, Jeff, Ben, and Malcolm, all sat around a table…
June 04, 2025
General Stories Michael Barlett

Resurrection

The man lay there in extremis, no longer thinking of cool abstracts like ‘catching the last train for the coast.’ He gulped great rasping breaths – holding them impossibly long – before finally exhaling in a shuttering burst of putrid air. He had been…
June 04, 2025
Flash Fiction Benoit

Time Warp

Nothing was in order, nothing optimal. Germany was awash with refugees and adventurers. Only Angie could hold it together; but then she opened the gates! Who knows why? Other politicians were dinosaurs in the museum. Integration was the solution, was it? That…

I stretched myself mentally to the point of no return. The voices all around me seemed to enclose my inner being, caged it like an aggressive animal, and then poked at it with sticks heated with fiery embers. I was lost in myself as the world twirled about me aimlessly, and pointlessly. It was life amongst me. My daily torture… it had to end.

I fought to the day I broke. Shards of myself shattered in all directions leaving the bare infant of truth… how I wished for ignorance. I was the foreign bug set loose upon society. Left with nothing but truth I ambled effortlessly down the dark roads of mind and soul. Knowing what I was to find, fearing it, loving it, I walked stridently. With my head held higher than any hero I felt dead.

With death on my hands I knelt at the crossroads inside my heart. Truth stank up the air for it leaked from my every pore. There at the cross I was to meet my maker. The responsible party for my broken ignorance was to make an appearance, and to see what they’ve done.

Judgment was to be called upon me, so they say… so they say. Stepping past the blood trail of sins past I screamed to the “they” and demanded my solitude. Give me my bliss; my ignorant bliss I wailed. The wind of my soul was all to respond. The air was stagnating all around me like entrapped inside a dead man’s mouth. I begged, and I pleaded, but all that was given to me was the truth silently mocking me. The echoes of certainty pillaged my psyche raping any chance of achieving bliss. I cried to my maker, but it fell on deaf ears.

Yet I held tight to the sight of hope far off in the distance. I watched it dance over the horizon of my mind. With my eyes full of tears I fell to my knees… finally asking for forgiveness. It had to end I wept. A warm touch, like tips of a mother’s fingers, ran down my cheek right before a bright light flashed before my eyes. My chest heaved harshly as my back arched. My eyes cracked open and I was staring at a woman with a white button up shirt with blood covering it.

“Clear!” This woman said before she pressed two cold paddles on my chest sending vicious electrical waves through my body.

My eyes shot completely open and my blood drenched hand grabbed hers, my lips wavered for just the briefest of moments before I said, “Please, tell me I’m dead.”

“No sir, I just saved your life.” She said with judgment.

I laid my head back as her words, along with the ringing voices already there, danced devilishly inside my mind. I closed my eyes and I wept. I wept for the truth that would never leave, and I wept for the ignorance I would never see again.

 

My name is Bram Hayden. I was named after the man who created Dracula Bram Stoker himself. Although I am from the West Coast I am currently living in Omaha, NE. I spend my days as a lab technician at a plasma donation center, but at home is when I let loose the stories that build inside my head during the day onto the screen in front of me. To me, there is nothing better than putting the oddities you create in your human mind into words, and to share those words with others.

 

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