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March 19, 2024
Fantasy Stories Wondering Monk

Just My Imagination

The alarm clock went off and started playing an awful tune. Tom opened his eyes and closed them back, squinting. He reopened one eye and stood up to stop the torture. The phone was on the desk, in the furthest spot from the bed. Although he changed his way of…
March 19, 2024
Science Fiction Stories Ocelotlzin

Earth Is Dead

Recording… It doesn't matter who I was; I probably lived a long time ago, and I am now just a voice someone added to the audio-visual records. What is essential is the recollection of events that lead to the current state. So, a little history needs to be…
March 08, 2024
Flash Fiction Benoit

Some Enchanted Evening

It was a rugby tackle with tears: Chrissy burst in, sobbing and babbling, hugging James. Her face was all wet, eyes wild. What…? My parents split up, Dad has moved in with his boyfriend and I cannot join them. I am shut out. I have lost my dad. Torrent of…
March 08, 2024
Horror Stories Marvel Chukwudi Pephel

In The Hands Of My Legs

The car pulled up in front of the large salon. The neon sign, that sexy broad thing, on the salon'sroof read "Mr. Gil's All-night Salon". The exhaust pipe of the car was pumping solid smoke, theswirls moving from the car and towards the salon.…
March 07, 2024
Mystery Stories Vanessa Leigh Giles

Casualty of Love in the Time of Coronavirus

Chapter 1 Until Death do us Part ‘Ring, ring!’. I answered the telephone and asked, “Hello, good evening. Who’s this? “Hello.” This is Dr. Smith from Red Cross hospital. “Is this Mr. Locke, John?”, he asked, hesitantly scratching his bald head. “Yes, doctor.…
March 07, 2024
Crime Stories Robert Pook

Bar Room Trigger

Another return journey on footpaths so familiar. He strides across each crack in each paving stone. Regular loose drain covers sidestepped. Mapping long ago mapped in Richard’s desolate mind. His pace hastened by the sight of the oncoming storm. Quickening…
March 04, 2024
Horror Stories Ano Chinemerem

Sanctity

Where should I begin? I could begin by telling you about this comely boy, whom every notable person around the streets agrees his smile could charm the bills off one. Between one smile, there was his goodness, his dreams and humanity—a little far ahead?— but…
March 04, 2024
Flash Fiction Emanuel Diaz

Et Mortui Partium

As Rafael stepped out into the rain, it wasn't the ordinary drops that fell from the sky. Instead, it was a storm of souls, each one taking the form of shimmering jewelry as it cascaded toward the ground. Rubies, diamonds, and sapphires twinkled amidst the…
February 29, 2024
Poetry Jing Li Ava

London

‘Am I in London?’ "I am." Where is Elizabeth? Happy living story All of your chapter Bounlance joy Please my heart Power hand Wise mind Our baby Vow vow Love all love Miss I miss Endless wonder Bring us together Love all love Miss I miss For everything My…
February 29, 2024
Flash Fiction Rob Pook

Life Sentence of The Smith

Born nine months after his country won the World Cup.A child prodigy.Cast off at age twenty-four.Husband, father, emigree, away on the other side of the world.The blue-collar life.The dreams of success.The search for fulfillment.The long years of empty…
February 29, 2024
Mystery Stories Joshua Lowther

The Operator

Jason looked over to his right, his eyes barely able to focus themselves on the subject of his attention. His neck ached terribly from the strenuous movement. He was tired. The captain’s gaze came to rest on the rookie sonar operator sitting tense at his…
February 29, 2024
Flash Fiction Salvatore Difalco

The Chute

At dusk, we left our unit with a soft pink bundle. I carried it through the wet streets and into the black woods. I said I’d take it all the way, the bundle, but that we had to drop it in together. My wife’s green eyes flashed. “Don’t make me do that.” I…

The room is cold. And small. And cold. And dark. And cold. And empty. Did I
mention cold? Well, it is really cold. There is a small stain in the wall that raises in front of
me. It is a dark, almost invisible stain. I named her Vera, because I thought she looked like a
V, and she has been my best friend for the last day. Wait, was it a week? A month? I can´t
remember. Not that it matters.


Vera can laugh. Randomly, sometimes continuously, sometimes once in a long time.
Well, Vera laughs. And I am happy for her. I wonder why she is laughing. She should tell
me, so we can laugh together. Here it is again, Vera is laughing. It is always the same. Vera,
her laughter and the echo. To be honest, today´s echo is louder, stronger. As if there were
many Veras laughing.


The door creaks open. A boy enters the room. The boy is a child. The boy is pale. And
I know, the boy is starving. Vera and her echoes are louder. Maybe, after all, there are more
Veras. From both sides, the Veras fall silent. The boy sighs. A white, small cloud leaves his
lips. I do not smile. I still can hear a tiny laugh.

Why is Vera-from-somewhere still laughing?
Vera´s laugh is interrupted by a scream. A terrified scream. A scream where someone
poured their very life. I can still hear Vera´s laugh. The boy looks at me. “Another one
dying”. I look at the boy.

The boy is no longer a child. The boy is a grown man. The boy has
a beard. The boy looks familiar. The boy was in the newspaper. The boy's name is assassin, I
had read it. I can´t remember his last name.


I laugh, as I notice, Vera has never laughed louder. I laugh, because the room is no
longer gray, nor cold. It is now red, and hot. Or maybe painful. Who knows? Ah! I just
remembered his last name.
It was cannibal.

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