Psychological
Imaginary Friend
Chastelin didn’t think she would fit into the small suburban neighborhood. It had given off a robotic hum of small town paradise. The kind of place where the smiles were just a little too wide, but never overly genuine. A place her wilder youth would have called a cult and yet here she was fitting right in.
By Amos Glade2 days ago in Fiction
The Rule
This place has never pretended to be merciful. We learned that long ago—before the rivers shrank into memory, before the soil turned to powder, before hunger became the only language we all spoke fluently. Complaints evaporate here, same as everything else. The sun sees to that. It hangs above us like a watchful tyrant, a silent warden that neither sleeps nor softens, pressing its heat against our backs until even our shadows seem to wither.
By Kenneth Boutte4 days ago in Fiction
L'unico: part 5
That was all, I welcome the new employees, I hope you a good journey with us and thank you.That was the speech given by Mr Tommy Shine, a deep speech and a special face that marked and moved in a weird way the emotions of Jade and awakened some strange emotions in him, a face that he didn’t know will be a life changing face forever in the near future.
By el hariti adil4 days ago in Fiction
The Silence of the Bone-Dry Noon
The desert sun outside Barstow wasn’t just shining; it was screaming. It was a white-hot hammer of God pounding the hood of my '71 Chevy till the engine block rattled like a skeleton in a tumble-dryer. I pulled into the "Dust & Bone" rest stop, a place that looked like it had been built by a committee of vultures and then abandoned to the lizards.
By Meko James 4 days ago in Fiction
Last Seat Left Open
The first time Daniel noticed it, he thought it was a mistake. Five chairs. Four people. His mother moved between the stove and the table, setting plates down in her usual rhythm. His father sat at the far end, already eating, eyes lowered. His sister swung her legs, waiting.
By Rick Allen5 days ago in Fiction
