Short Story
Safety in Numbers
Numbers always made Anya feel safe. They were easy to understand and didn't change the rules on a whim like people tend to do. One plus one is always two. Three from seven is always four. From the time she was tiny she would count every step and had a running total in her head. Fourteen steps from the basement to the main floor. Twenty-two steps from the front door to the bathroom. Eighty-three steps from her house to her best friend Gina’s and another fifty-five to the field on the other side they liked to play in.
By A. J. Schoenfeldabout 20 hours ago in Fiction
All You Can Eat
A swelling classical tune piped through the single speaker in the top corner of the box of a room. Marge, from her spot across from Tony, bobbed her head, stilling the quivering up-and-down motion of her knee that'd been happening on and off ever since Mark left. Tony caught her eye, licking his lips and placing his used napkin down on his plate so gently it was like he was laying the delicate corpse of a dove to rest. He smiled tightly.
By Raistlin Allenabout 20 hours ago in Fiction
The House at the End of the Street
As the sun went down, the town closed. Mothers called their children in from playing while stores locked their doors. Customers made last minute purchases before hurrying home themselves. A stranger walking through town would notice that people averted their eyes, only glancing up to check how low the sun was.
By Reb Kreylingabout 23 hours ago in Fiction
Tiptoeing
Dressed in her finest, Daphne silently agreed to play along in this ridiculous facade. But, if anyone could pretend that everything was okay, it was Daphne. After all , she had already successfully fooled everyone for years, making them believe she had the perfect life.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout 23 hours ago in Fiction
Out of the loop
I couldn't let my nerves win, This big opportunity just landed out my front door and I would not let it pass without a solid effort. I held onto my portfolio and stepped into the small dilapidated building that had "Tattoo Artist Wanted" crudely written across its windows in decorative holiday paint.
By Mollie Harrisonabout 24 hours ago in Fiction
Serve and Protect
Serve and protect, serve and protect. Uphold the law, for the good of law-abiding citizens. I wear my badge with pride. I wear my badge with honour. Protect and serve. That's what I signed up for. I stalk these streets, keeping the peace. Ensuring that the good people are safe from the riffraff that is becoming more of a problem with every day that passes.
By Paul Stewarta day ago in Fiction
Anthony
Sun split the cloudless sky like the eye of a great giant, peering down on Lena as she made her way, slowly but surely, from the car to the front door. The cute sandstone cottage glowed in the late spring afternoon, the flowers were riotous, and the air had that soft edge that said warmer days were coming, but it felt like a picture. This day could not exist, not like this. Not here.
By S. A. Crawforda day ago in Fiction
