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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 wind howled mournfully, crying over the murder of the glorious sun, replaced by the cruel whispers of the snow, as they descended onto the rooftop of the old Fortesque warehouse. The moon glowed tiresomely, surrendering its light to the abyss of the night. The mournful wind, whipped the broken door of the Fortesque warehouse, so that a shattered mirror and unpleasantly green cleaning supplies could be seen from the corner of Leira’s darkening eyes.   She cautiously stepped over the graveyard of yet another replying echo victim, whilst half-heartedly dismantling the crimson roses alongside it. The gap between her strides gradually increased, as she began to breathe deeper and deeper because of the foul odour of rotten flesh burning the stubble inside her nostrils.   

    The fact that she had abhorred the dead had perplexed her, especially after her mother had joined there as a result of a girls’ night out, several bottles of vodka and her mother’s laziness restricting her to call an Uber. But alas, the memories of her deceased beloved mother had been devoured into the whirlpool of hatred in her mind. Now Leira’s strides had turned into leaps as a layer of snow was hungrily trying to swallow the shoes protecting her numbing feet. Her reflection frowned back at her, from the shards on the wooden floor of the Fortesque warehouse that beckoned her. Knowing refusing the invitation of entering the warehouse would leave her dying of pneumonia, Leira collapsed graciously onto the carpet of moss. And she slept.    The wind ceased its grievous howls and the moon began to shine again, defeating the nocturnal abyss. Everything seemed to be resting. Yet an unforgiving blast of wind howled in vengeance, locking the bruised, battered door of Fortesque as if the wind were a cuckold seeking revenge on his adulterous wife. Leira’s bloodshot eyes turned yellow with alert, as she struggled to keep her balance on the sloping, moss carpet. The wind ran before Leira could even start the race, so she found herself crashing back down again with a purpling mountain forming on the red ribbons on her thighs.  The shards of glass seemed to glow. Seemed to levitate in fact. They seemed to levitate into the perfect shape of an oval, each shard bonding with the other as though they were sisters separated at birth. The windows shook with rage, yet not  a single shard fell out of place. Leira, struggling to stand up again, used all the strength she had to say “H-h-h-hello, who’s there?”. Leira’s heart started to beat manically, each beat stumbling over the other prior to it. Moisture began pouring out her hands, Leira failing to grasp her breath as another voice replied, “Hi, Leira, nice to meet you too,”.      Her echo had replied.

 

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