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July 08, 2025
General Stories Michael Barlett

Dance Of Death

CHAPTER ONE 1940 Chief Inspector Kenneth Langford offered the Commissioner a crisp salute, and then walked back through the labyrinth of passageways to his own small office. Langford was a member of the London Metropolitan Police, commonly referred to as…
July 08, 2025
Poetry Markus J

The Winter Blues

the winter blues has a grip on me, all so tight Its icy tentacles wrap around me and squeezes freezing my fingers and toes with its nasty frostbite staving off the cold is a battle, an endless fight it brings forth an assortment of nasty diseases The winter…
July 08, 2025
Horror Stories Sushma R Doshi

Deliverer Of Messages

A loner in my childhood, my scrawny and weak figure prone to being bullied by sturdy and robust boys, I tended to wander around places frequented by few. Those curvy roads which fell into darkness after evening without street lights, the area near the pond…
July 08, 2025
General Stories L Christopher Hennessy

With A Side-Eye I Cherish

for Brittany ma amour Up to my neck in sadness for something just out of reach and she came along and fired up my life with kisses and the physical. The moment I looked into her eyes I didn't want to share her with anyone else and keep her all to myself. In…
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…

The stately elm trees provided a cool canopy from midday sun as I strolled along Rebecca Lane. The expansive homes, Gothic and Greek revival, stood as bastions of old-moneyed clans along the shady street. Twenty years have passed since I lived in this tranquil town, albeit, on the other side of those proverbial tracks, a delineator of wealth and the working class.
I was raised on the south side and grounded in the adage that honest hard work will set you on your way. Though my beginnings were austerely humble, I was always shrouded in love by my parents, much like the mighty elms shielding the mansions from the intense heat of those summer rays.
I was returning to my roots and I felt an immediate inclination to walk those wide buckled, slate gray sidewalks.  As I approached fourteen Rebecca Lane, I was taken aback. The side entry which had been discreetly hidden from view was now clearly visible from the curb.  It had always been reserved for servants and attending staff. The door was now red and no longer black as I had recalled when I passed through it so many times before.
I distinctly heard a familiar voice calling my name; “John, oh, John, please come inside and tend to my needs as you so tenderly did before”.  Sweet Ms. Emma warmly gestured, inviting me into her home.
I was always awestruck by Emma’s gracious manners and how she projected a warmhearted glow. It accentuated an image of confident self-esteem.  Her gentle kindness infected the rooms of that cold dark house, casting a radiant glow over its entire domain.
As a young man I was blessed with great physical strength. In the morning, I’d lift Emma from her bed to the wheelchair before I went to school.  After dinner I’d drop by for a cup of tea that Emma’s maid had brewed for me. Sitting before her on a tapestry-covered tufted ottoman, Emma would offer me proverbs of encouragement as I gently massaged her dreadfully swollen, arthritically ravaged feet.
We’d take a break from the draining rigors of physical therapy. I would seek Emma’s advice about my dreams of a better and more fulfilling life.  She always inspired me to succeed and to reach for my starry-eyed goals.
At the time, I couldn’t fathom her interest in me, but now I understand!  Many of Emma’s dreams were left unfulfilled. She did not want mine to follow the same bittersweet, doleful path. Emma admonished me with spirited, sage advice: “never allow disappointment to consume you with distress”.
Ms. Emma was now frail and barely able to sit upright in that iron-wheeled chariot.
She could barely speak above a whisper. She grabbed my hand to bring me close and with a raspy voice she summoned the will to voice these words: “John, I love you like a son. You were the only one who truly cared for me. My end is near, so I prayed to God hoping you would appear.”
I said my good byes and I embraced Ms. Emma with the same gentle, warm devotion as I had done so many times before.  Our final affectionate embrace was overflowing with tearful emotions.  It was not sorrowful or anguished; it was a cause for celebration. We realized life is to be shared with the ones you care for; they are the ones you should embrace and never ever ignore.

I passed through the side entry and didn’t look back as I proceeded to embark on a new journey.

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I began my serious writing in August of 1998 after having been a victim of a freak accident in which I had a near-death experience. A second chance at life has been the source of inspiration for much of my writing. I have published five books of poetry, Serendipitous Mindscapes; Barefoot Ballet; Hued Horizons; Dream-Hunters; and Fate's Haven. In my free time I enjoy gardening, landscape design and participating in community service related activities.

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