Short Story
Sixteen Hundred Dollars of Salvation
Oleksandr trudged through the sleet-slicked streets toward the modest bungalow of Pandit Yad Adnan, that curious exile whose name evoked both a sage and a jest, while the cold probed his marrow with the insidious persistence of an ancient, half-forgotten reproach.
By ANTICHRIST SUPERSTARabout an hour ago in Fiction
In Like A Lion
The murder of crows circled above, dread harbingers of his army’s advance. Pasha gazed at the hill before them taking in every curve as though it were a beautiful woman lounging on a chaise. Atop the promontory sat a squat square keep, its angles jarring against the rolling cliff. It was many generations older than Pasha dared hope to recite, the head and seat of some trumped up local lordling. All Pasha knew was that he lay in their way.
By Matthew J. Frommabout 2 hours ago in Fiction
The Flight That Sparked a Superpower Crisis
In the tense atmosphere of the Cold War, intelligence gathering was considered vital for national security. One of the most dramatic episodes in this shadow war occurred in May 1960, when an American U-2 spy plane took off from Peshawar, Pakistan, on a mission to photograph sensitive Soviet military sites. The flight ended in disaster when the aircraft was shot down deep inside Soviet territory, triggering a major diplomatic crisis between the United States and the Soviet Union and further intensifying their already hostile relationship.
By Irshad Abbasi about 4 hours ago in Fiction
THE SCRIBBLER
He scribbles sometimes, though usually with a heavy heart. He is not a man who easily casts the burden of his grievances onto others; instead, he prefers to breathe his miseries into his journals. Only upon those worn pages does he strip away his disguise and expose his true self.
By Jack Scribesabout 5 hours ago in Fiction
Butter Upping to Easter
Easter was never about Jesus to us scrawny egg headed heathens, we'd run around in itchy dress clothes, wide-eyed and goofy looking for marshmallow chicks hidden in the house way before Granma arrived. Aunts and mothers made food in the kitchen, none that we liked except for chocolate pie. It seemed like forever before we could change into our play clothes and move on with the hunt, the required croquet games and finally one doozy of an easter dinner.
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)about 6 hours ago in Fiction
The Dancer. Content Warning.
For RM Stockton's March Write Club Prompt The Dancer He was the best, admired by many and complimented by more. He had been a classical ballet dancer since before he was a teenager, and became renowned. Then his fame spread and he became the most respected dancer in the land.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about 7 hours ago in Fiction
