Series
Above From Below
Part One Beneath an unusually dark sky, a building in the middle of nowhere, West Texas, sits as it gets pelted by heavy rain mixed with hail. The warning systems at the National Weather Service were right, and the storm was developing into a supercell. It gave off strange atmospheric readings that kept the one person assigned to the observation post busy.
By The Man Behind The Maskabout 3 hours ago in Fiction
LHS Class of 01 Reunion '16
The central arena, once a flat expanse of polished hardwood that had witnessed countless slam dunks and frantic scrimmages, was now a shimmering sea of color and texture. Marc coordinated the placement of round, metallic tables that were covered in shimmering silver cloth, each topped with crystal vases filled with deep‑red roses and white lilies, the flowers’ petals soft against the hard surface. Peter, ever the detail‑oriented, arranged a series of small LED lanterns around each table, ensuring that the light would bounce off the polished surfaces and create an ambient glow reminiscent of a warm, inviting lounge rather than a stark school gym. “If we angle the lanterns just right, the reflections will make the whole room feel like we’re inside a giant disco ball,” he said, his eyes alight with the sort of childlike wonder that only a well‑planned event can inspire.
By Forest Greenabout 5 hours ago in Fiction
LHS Class of 01 Reunion '16
It was a damp, early‑winter afternoon in 2016, and the echo of squeaking sneakers and the faint hum of the gym’s fluorescent lights filled the cavernous space as Marc lugged a massive roll of glossy, burgundy‑tinted tablecloth across the polished wooden floor. The scent of fresh paint from the recent renovations mingled with the faint, lingering aroma of disinfectant, giving the room an oddly comforting, institutional perfume that reminded him of countless high‑school assemblies. As he unrolled the fabric, he could hear the clatter of metal ladders being set up by Scott, whose formerly lanky frame moved with an almost frantic efficiency, while Peter, ever the meticulous planner, consulted a crumpled checklist that read, “Balloons, banners, lights—don’t forget the photo wall!” Their collaborative energy turned the otherwise sterile gym into a bustling workshop, each of them determined to transform the space into a nostalgic haven for the class of ’01.
By Forest Greenabout 5 hours ago in Fiction
Absolute Musings
Birds sing their songs. Snakes hiss as people pass. Dogs speak to each other. Cats play around the trees. Apes seclude themselves in the corner. Monkeys throw their shit towards the dogs. Lizards run on the tree limbs with the cats chasing them. Lions observe their surroundings. Tigers scowl at the lions. All is well at the zoo.
By James Staskusabout 9 hours ago in Fiction
LHS Class of 01 The Reunion
On the ride home, the city lights blur into a river of colors, and he found himself reflecting on everything they said and heard. Joan looks out the window, her profile illuminated, and she murmurs, “Do you think we’ll come back next year?” He glanced at her, feeling the warmth of her presence, and answered, “If we keep making memories like tonight, I’m sure we will.” The conversation drifts to plans for future gatherings, shared recipes, and the possibility of taking a trip together, all while the hum of the engine becomes a steady backdrop to our renewed connection. They were also thinking about Valerie and how she will deal with her pending divorce.
By Forest Greena day ago in Fiction
LHS Class of 01 The Reunion
Joan felt a warm tear escape, quickly brushed away, and whispered, “It’s like we’re stepping back into a living memory, not just looking at it.” Scott, his hand resting lightly on her back, replied, “And we get to add a new chapter tonight, one we’ll talk about for the next reunion.”
By Forest Greena day ago in Fiction
Wolf Kindred
Njall had never felt comfortable in the pinewood of the Blackmore clan's lands. The trees here seemed to grow beyond the rules of the ground, reaching out to the sky mother who blanketed the air above. The environment gave him a sense of unease that rarely ceased, even though he'd been born here, had grown up here - became an apprentice under their shadowy canopy here.
By Amanda Starksa day ago in Fiction
LHS Class of 01 The Reunion
The cool breeze carried whispers of distant music and the distant hum of city life, offering a soothing backdrop to their renewed dialogue. They spoke of reaching out to Valerie, of offering silent support, and of the importance of staying connected despite the inevitable drift that adulthood imposes. In that moment, the reunion transformed from a mere gathering of old acquaintances into a reaffirmation of enduring friendship, a reminder that even when lives unravel in unexpected ways, the threads of shared history can be pulled tight again, providing comfort and solidarity amidst the inevitable storms of change.
By Forest Greena day ago in Fiction
