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Achiever, Believer
"Come on, Mike," Sam yelled, "We've got this. Just a couple more miles. Keep running!" My best friend, Samantha had always been a tomboy. She favored individual sports early on, especially running, swimming and tennis. Later, she joined soccer. We got along great because I was a jock too. I favored team sports like football and basketball. That wasn't the major difference between us.
By Julie Lacksonenabout 3 hours ago in Fiction
Table Eleven
Tony claims he has COVID, so I've got a double shift. Most nights have been pretty busy this month. People seem to be living it up while they can. The news is nasty, and getting worse. Most of my customers eat and drink too much, tip well and behave, though they get louder when the beverages take effect. I don't mind.
By D. J. Reddallabout 9 hours ago in Fiction
Next From the Void
"So, stardust... what now? Is this how you thought it'd start over?" Runa looked out ahead at the nothingness. Wondering how they got so far this time. They had never made it to the end before. This is definitely not what was expected. Looking up, they replied, "It's just- nothing.... like actually nothing." The ethereal figure looked around and nodded. "Why is it like this?" The figure responded to Runa's question, "You have started a new. The world is yours to dream now.... You dream it; it exists. You awake, it doesn't. And it continues until someone finds your void. As you have found mine." Runa is left to process as the figure turns transparent, then to dust like stars in the void. Finds mine? A void? Dreams? - all questions in Runa's head, accompanied by confusion with a sense of awe and horror. At some point, she sits down and closes her eyes. Opening them to a forest that has started to fill the nothing. The beginning of her next dream....
By Ollie J Artsabout 9 hours ago in Fiction
Bottom of the 9th, Bases Loaded
Game seven, bottom of the ninth, two outs, bases loaded, and down by three. His back foot kicks up dirt as he settles into the batter’s box for the sixth time this at-bat. After taking a ball that was just a bit outside, the count is full.
By Jean-François Lamotheabout 10 hours ago in Fiction
The Silver Creation
“My brother warned me to not accept gifts from the one who commissioned you,” Epimetheus said, his voice echoing against the stone pillars of the temple. Before him stood a woman clad in silvery raiments, her skin catching the flickering light of the torches. A silver tiara rested upon her brow, and rings glinted from her fingers and toes.
By imtiazalamabout 11 hours ago in Fiction
The Weight of Wax
Everyone knows the story of Icarus. They tell it to children like a warning wrapped in sunlight: a boy given wings who flew too close to the sun, ignoring his father's wisdom. Pride carried him upward. Heat melted the wax. The sea took him.
By Lydia martinezabout 12 hours ago in Fiction
When a Story Refused to Stay on the Page
Maya was not expecting anything unusual when she opened her phone that morning. She had written a short story the night before—nothing serious, just a small idea she wanted to explore. It had taken less than ten minutes to write, and she had posted it on her favorite writing app before going to sleep.
By zohaib ahmadabout 14 hours ago in Fiction
