Short Story

The Prince and the Pizza
‘You could at least look at me while you’re dumping me!’ Jason leaned across the table in the spacious pizzeria where Sarah had suggested they eat that evening. She’d thought it would be a big and impersonal enough venue for her to tell Jason she thought they should go their separate ways after six months of dating. Now she wished she’d just called him and done the deed over the phone, or at least somewhere private. She’d hoped doing it in public might lessen the chance of him creating a drama, but the plan seemed to have failed. Jason, a would-be actor, loved a drama.
By Matthew Batham12 days ago in Fiction
Dedicated to Finn
When she was eight years old, Alice Henderson briefly held the world record for filling her mouth with marbles. Sadly, only she was witness to the fete, so it was an unofficial record and one that did not impress her parents. Her hysterical mother, on finding Alice with her cheeks bulging, hamster-like, had screamed about the dangers of choking as she’d slapped Alice’s back to dislodge each glass orb from her mouth.
By Matthew Batham12 days ago in Fiction
Above From Below: Part 5
Red skies appeared slowly over the Texas horizon as the morning suns brought new life to the area. The roads weren't as saturated as they were to the north, and 1970, black, Challenger sped through the desolate part of the state as it headed to the area Nico was killed. Rick's weary eyes were heavy from driving straight through. He'd only made one stop near any form of civilization.
By Jason Morton12 days ago in Fiction
In love with a ghost
“Room 27” The rain poured relentlessly over Chambéry that evening. The streetlights flickered, as if they too were afraid.
By Gihan Mansory12 days ago in Fiction
The Line
The line had no discernible beginning. It entered the transit hall from a distance that resisted measurement, passed through the fractured glass doors and dissolved into a pale, depthless brightness beyond. The light didn’t glare; it didn’t illuminate, it just simply was - flattening whatever lay within it into something the eye refused to follow. No one ever looked at it for long.
By Jess Boyes12 days ago in Fiction
'Her' Synaesthesia
In the deep crevices of night, she was wakeful, clawing at the air struck beats of life. A deep trance overcame her, rippling its way through the endless, streaming lights of neon. Her body swelled and flowed, almost weightlessly, escaping the deep. grasping grooves of outstreched arms. She was estranged from this world, new yet unware of the way it pulsed or kicked.
By Susan L. Marshall12 days ago in Fiction
Cloudfall
It’s been like this for over a year, I’m in the house, windows all boarded up and the door as fast as I can make it. Luckily they just tried to kick it down but it’s too strong for that. A couple of times I think Molotov cocktails have been thrown but the planks on the windows are more than good enough for that.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 12 days ago in Fiction
Stand Behind The Yellow Line
Every morning at 7:12, the train slid into the station without a sound, as if it were embarrassed to be noticed. People were already lined up along the yellow strip, though no one stood on it. Shoes hovered a careful inch behind the paint — loafers, boots, a child’s light-up sneakers that blinked silently with each anxious shift. No one spoke about the spacing, but newcomers learned quickly. The first time you stepped too close, you felt it: not a touch, not quite a look, just a tightening in the air, like a held breath shared by strangers.
By Kam12 days ago in Fiction
YNs
2025 Water cascaded in the shower. Memories of traveling in the sunlight illuminated in his mind. In her mind, she considered the future and what would shine in her soul. Gertz Lockman felt his body but his mind kept traversing the streets of Wilmington, Delaware. Julisia Montoya thought about plans to come up amongst the spasms of ecstasy she experienced with the water on both of their bodies. Lockman felt the rush of his mind speeding up the vehicle over the streets. Julisia sustained those pangs of pleasure even more as she looked at the calendar in her thoughts. Then, the day switched back in time to the day they had recognized the weight of this act and she slammed the calendar shut in her head. Lockman stopped his car in his own at the apartment complex.
By Skyler Saunders12 days ago in Fiction
YNs
2003 The tan 2002 Audi 80 parked near her English teacher’s 2000 Hyundai Sonata. Hazetta Vertick leaned back and steamed an L with her boyfriend, Rondell Boyler in her leather seat. He was fit as a wrestler where he had won championships for Delaware. A grey sweatsuit and blue jeans and butter Timberland boots enveloped his person. Both aged eighteen, they saw graduation from high school on the horizon and wanted desperately to just graduate and get it over with already. College would separate them by a few miles as she would matriculate to New Sweden University and he to First State Community College. She looked pitch black with blue eye contacts. Her cheek bones and nose all corresponded to an image of grace and harmony. A green blouse with a slim gold chain clung to her frame and hung around her neck, respectively. She wore icy white Adidas sneakers to compliment her black jeans. Her hair had flowed down to her shoulders and she wore cherry red lipstick. It was May 2nd. They listened to Get Rich or Die Trying on the car’s CD player. She looked over to him.
By Skyler Saunders12 days ago in Fiction
YNs
1994 The spider crawled to the fly. She played with it. Then, she started to take in the essence of the paralyzed flying insect. Dophilius Holmes swept away the spider and the web. He walked off his Wilmington, Delaware porch. He kept sweeping with a vigor and intensity usually reserved for circus acts or skilled marksmen.
By Skyler Saunders12 days ago in Fiction
YNs
Corbitt Darlington sat in the car and breathed. He felt the cold steel in his hands. It felt colder than the 1989 February afternoon where he found himself in the South Bridge section of Wilmington, Delaware. A knock on the glass startled him. He physically rolled down the window to the gray midlevel Korean sedan.
By Skyler Saunders12 days ago in Fiction