Tag: short story
Infected: Chapter 7
Read previous chapters of Infected here. The tears just kept on coming. Hadera sat at her computer desk, and she could not stop the sobs that escaped from her chest. The person she cared for the most was now dead, and there was no answer to what happened to him. All Hadera could think about ...- TravelScience & TechnologyCreativityParenting & FamilySelf-Help & RelationshipsEnvironmentFictionHome & Garden
At Journey’s End – A Short Fiction
Adrift in the cold empty of space, white dots twinkling amidst the black, a ship floated as a carcass would down river. Its single passenger inside shivered in the growing chill, a blanket wrapped about her person. She gazed through the front shield as her teeth chattered. Pain soaked in her veins, and even the ... The Box From Her Dreams
When would my nightmares end? My mother said not to worry; she said that these dreams are a product of my worries. We struggled day by day to put food on the table. No one had yet to hire me, and my father lost his job. At the time, I thought maybe she was right. ...Infected: Chapter 6
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Hadera took her time from getting off the bus. She knew she was extremely late for work, but from what everything she was experiencing as of late, she didn’t care at this point about being tardy. What she experienced at the train station was haunting ...From The Ashes
At two o’clock in the morning, Cassidy stood in her driveway and watched the only home she ever knew burn to the ground. She clutched a thin blanket around her, attempting to keep the cold January winds out, even though she was close enough to feel the heat of the flames. Close enough to smell ...Infected: Chapter 5
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 She hurriedly grabbed her keys as she ran out of her apartment door. Her high heels clicked the pavement as she omitted to use refrained from using the elevator and ran down the narrow steps from her apartment. She’d overslept yet again due to ...- Self-Help & RelationshipsFictionMemoir & AutobiographiesHome & GardenLifestyleCreativityParenting & Family
Burn Memory Burn
A dying fire burns in the hearth, grey smoke unfurling and twisting into the open air. Dust particles alight beneath the breaking of a new day. And he sits in his chair, old, decrepit, half-mad, as old thoughts bring fresh wounds. The first thought is of her smile: how it crinkled her face and brought ... Rush
Taylor comes home from work to find the room a complete mess. The floor is littered with red solo cups, dirty clothes, and papers from one of the two desks that occupy the room. Her roommate, Ashley, is face-up on the bottom bunk. “Ashley,” Taylor says, “are you awake?” Ashley doesn’t respond; she steps closer, ...- EntertainmentHealth & WellnessCreativityParenting & FamilySelf-Help & RelationshipsFictionMemoir & AutobiographiesCulture
Stronger
Content Warning: contains references to assault, drug use, death of a parent, and child abuse. When we spotted her, she sat in the corner. A tiny child holding a doll, she picked its poofed hair with the ferocity of potential future trichotillomania. Her skin’s patches of white and darker tan contrasted with the doll’s color ... - Current Affairs & PoliticsHistorical FictionCultureCreativityParenting & FamilySelf-Help & RelationshipsFictionEntertainmentLifestyle
The Borgia’s Ascendancy
Chapter One I was once a young man riding the long train of my uncle, Pope Calixtus III. I began a career within the Roman Catholic Church. I was full of energy, passion, and a certain amount of intelligence. This led to lucrative appointments– a Cardinal-Deacon at the age of twenty-five, then Vice-Chancellor. With ...
