Stream of Consciousness
New Normalcy
I and my team of five were at least convinced that the HEIST was not the result of greed; rather, it was due to the banking system's stupidly overinclined and ever-increasing reliance on biometric identity verification. We thought it would work in our favor, but in a hyper-digital world, the tragedy isn't just that the body fails but that the body's degradation outpaces the rigidity of the encryption.
By Viral Rana23 days ago in Fiction
Frisson. Content Warning.
I feel a smidge retarded up there, whirling upside down by the skin of my thighs. I like the outfit though. The leather feels good— it's a tactile thing. The chains on it feel cold and crisp when I snap it on. I feel like the Batman of sadomasochism.
By Noah Husband24 days ago in Fiction
The Map of Remembering
The Road That Remembered Us A Mystical Adventure About the Journey Every Soul Is Walking No one remembers the moment the journey begins. Not really. We like to say it begins with birth. With the first breath. With the cry that tells the world we have arrived. But the old travelers say the journey begins much earlier. It begins the moment a soul agrees to forget.
By Flower InBloom24 days ago in Fiction
The Apple Gardener
Sally was ready to begin her compulsive schedule of doing an hour of work in the garden. Gardening is good for mental health. Gardening was her time to empty her mind. This was her time of meditation. She decided to do a 21-day challenge and journal her no-thoughts during mindful moving meditation. She noted the irony of this intention.
By Katherine D. Graham25 days ago in Fiction
In Like A Lion
The murder of crows circled above, dread harbingers of his army’s advance. Pasha gazed at the hill before them taking in every curve as though it were a beautiful woman lounging on a chaise. Atop the promontory sat a squat square keep, its angles jarring against the rolling cliff. It was many generations older than Pasha dared hope to recite, the head and seat of some trumped up local lordling. All Pasha knew was that he lay in their way.
By Matthew J. Fromm27 days ago in Fiction
Víðarr Óðinnson
Maybe I shouldn’t have come; most here don’t even know my name. To many, I am invisible, but to the one who has summoned me, I appear in all my fearsome splendor. Alas, woe to anyone I am summoned against, for they shall feel the sharpness of my blade before they see me.
By Mother Combs28 days ago in Fiction
THE QUIET RULE
(A family keeps one simple rule: never go into the basement after 9 p.m. But when something begins knocking from below - patient, deliberate, and alive - the real horror isn’t what’s waiting in the dark… it’s that everyone else has already accepted it.)
By Lori A. A.about a month ago in Fiction
