Stream of Consciousness
Something is about to commence
Nellie Jones raised her hand to knock on her supervisor's door to report what had been happening in the office. She was standing on the verge of what she knew not. The Funkadelic song "Standing on the verge of getting it on" was playing in her head, but she tweaked the lyrics to make them personal.
By Cheryl E Prestonabout an hour ago in Fiction
Peace
Something's happening 'round here. Some folks just seem to be gettin' happy ever since Captain Groovy decided to run for public office. He decided to run as an independent on the Peace ticket and name the party the Groovy Party. The Groovy Party was the laughingstock of the political arena, their views on hate and violence were seen as ridiculous. No one took the party seriously, that is, until Captain Groovy became the party leader.
By John Scipioabout 12 hours ago in Fiction
Terminus
The crisp April air bites like teeth, and the sun rises as my feet hit the pavement in a steady rhythm, the burn building in my lungs. Silence and stillness all around me, the world sliding by like a painting; this is the best way to start any morning. Neon signs dominate the once suburban skyline,
By S. A. Crawfordabout 12 hours ago in Fiction
It Started. Content Warning.
Smoke billowed from my lips, a cigarette that was nearly burned up between my callused fingers. A sense of wonder overtook me as I started out the window into a city filled with people — individuals who struggled, who fought, who lied, but also who paid for the next person in line, who handed money out to strangers on the street for nothing in return. Someone had probably just died alone, somewhere slightly out of my eyesight, and wouldn't be found for weeks.
By J "Griffin" Roomsabout 24 hours ago in Fiction
The King of Peace
A parade day. A celebration day. A mandatory day of patriotism. All across our great nation festivities will be going on. Towns will scramble to make it the grandest day in the history of days, by decree. And the Masks will be checking to ensure it is, never you worry.
By Micaela Sparrow2 days ago in Fiction
Namieda
"Tell us a story, Nami". Little Joya pleaded. "I shall tell you of a young girl named Namieda, who yearned for more than just the ordinary. She embarks on a magical journey, both literally and within her mind. She travels near and far. Now she is much older and sits with her grandchildren, regaling them with her journey. Nami still wears flowers in her hair and dresses in her flowery dresses, sandals and comfortable flats.
By Antoni De'Leon3 days ago in Fiction
