Fiction
A Seat of Kindness
The bus was crowded, packed tighter than sardines in a can. I was clinging to the overhead rail, balancing my grocery bags, when I saw her. A young woman, maybe in her early twenties, with headphones on and a distant look in her eyes, seemed lost in thought as the bus lurched forward. She had a tiredness about her, a kind of weariness that seemed to settle into her bones.
By Sufiyan mohammed shaikhabout a year ago in Pride
Heated phone call
Holly sat at her desk for the morning, wondering if Tee would be in for the day. She spent the evening texting Tee, but didn't like asking what time she'd be in the office. Her days were often long, so what time Tee started, wasn't always relevant. Tee could typically be heard coming down the hallway in a pair of heels. Any sound of heels hitting the vinyl floor, Holly would turn to see if it was Tee coming. Today there was no heels. As Holly left her desk chair to make her way to the printer, she saw a casual Tee coming towards her. In a loose fitted pair of leather pants, a grey hoodie, white sneakers and an unusual lack of makeup, Tee was certainly beginning to check out of her job with only a couple of weeks left. As the women approached, obviously needing to disguise their relationship, they greeted each other with a good morning, a wink from Holly and a friendly smirk from Tee. Holly had already had a inkling, something was up.
By Bradley June2 years ago in Pride
The Faery in the Window
The moon was brighter than I thought. It shone right through the closed curtains of my room, illuminating them and my room brightly. My eyes struggled to adjust to the glow of the bedroom, as if the lights had been flicked on without warning. Dazed I searched for the source of what woke me, there had been a noise …
By Savannah K. Wilson2 years ago in Pride
Every challenge, every setback is a battle.
Prioritizing Self-Care Remember, self-care isn't selfish; it's essential. Schedule regular breaks, indulge in hobbies, and ensure sufficient sleep. A balanced life is crucial for mental and emotional well-being. Seek support from friends, family, or professionals when needed. Your mental health is as important as your physical health. Prioritize it.
By Iftikhar Akram2 years ago in Pride
Treasure
For seemingly forever, individuals have been interested in the fantasy of hiding their fortune. Stories of stowed away wealth and covered gold have ignited broad investigation endeavors everywhere, from the Middle East's deserts to the Caribbean Ocean. One way or another, where precisely is the gold? This trip takes us through outdated guides, puzzling signs, and the narratives of swashbucklers who meandered into the neglected world.
By Iftikhar Akram2 years ago in Pride
Calm Dot on the Horizon. Content Warning.
The sea lapped gently over the soft white sands, a deep red sun beginning its slow descent behind the horizon. Soft orange and red light reflecting in the still waters below and sky above. Looking out from the beach one would think all's right with the world at this moment. All that could be heard was soft waves over sand and gulls nearby. The landscape views one of serene beauty … the line of the horizon broken only by a small dot. From this distance the great cruise ship seemed not to even move, just a calm dot of black against the blood orange sky. Little would any onlooker ashore suspect the calamity soon to befall on board that vessel …
By Savannah K. Wilson2 years ago in Pride
My Journey to Peace
My Excursion to Harmony: Conquering Forlornness and Embracing Confinement The quiet used to be a stunning thunder. It reverberated in the vacant spaces of my loft, a consistent sign of the isolation that stuck to me like a subsequent skin. Depression wasn't simply an inclination; it was a presence, a significant burden on my chest that gagged the delight out of life.
By Iftikhar Akram2 years ago in Pride
Sara’s Strange Case of Quiet Unfriending
It was another rainy day, sitting in my office wondering what’s the point of this work? If I go another day without a case, I’ll have to quit. Join the forces of workers that earn their daily bread or gluten free alternatives, with regular nine to five jobs. The world of private eyes and detectives is crumbling. The rise of social media, GPS tracking on phones and personal devices, and the general vibe of never being ‘offline’ or out of sight from one camera or another today. It all seriously hit the private eye business model. People just don’t need us anymore, they can discover proof of a spouse’s infidelity with the help of an Uber driver now. It’d been a few weeks since any decent paying work, things were getting tight. I wouldn’t be able to be picky with clients anymore. I decided I would take whatever job next walked through my door, regardless of taste or pay, whatever came next I would do it … I had to do it.
By Savannah K. Wilson2 years ago in Pride
