Short Story
FALLING
There she was, Melissa McKramer; Pretty, Perky, Popular, Perfect, and "property of" Warren Zepf; Quarterback. A bookish sophomore stood no chance at her heart and attention; I knew books rather than social signals and even I knew well enough to admire from afar, offer class notes from time-to-time, and barely even look her way if Zepf was in her immediate area, which was most of the time.
By Kent Brindley4 days ago in Fiction
Chosen Ones
*From the writings of Brother Pavel, whilst serving his sentence of Solitude. Clergy eyes only. "When the sky turns wrong, and the ground quakes and splits, and Fate and Fortune feel their strength slip, seven there shall be who step forward. A Noble, with hair of gold. A Priest, with mission sacred. A Bard, with singing strings. An Archer, green eyes so keen. A Soldier, with painful past. A Thief, his family lost. And a Farmhand, born on a moonless night."
By Malcolm Roach4 days ago in Fiction
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. Schoenfeld4 days 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 Allen4 days ago in Fiction
