Stream of Consciousness

The Soul of My Boots
One moment, I’m laughing uncontrollably as my best friend pushes me in a tire swing. The sky pours into my vision as I lean back, a kaleidoscope of sky and clouds peaking through the leaves and branches. I close my eyes, relishing the moment.
By Caitlin Humphreys17 days ago in Fiction
The Dysgraphia Society 🜁
The change began so gradually that no one could say when it started. Only that, at some point, the people of Lyradon stopped writing as they normally did, and stopped feeling things the way they used to.
By Novel Allen17 days ago in Fiction
Build
Note: The italicised section was borrowed from a Google Gemini question. I was watching outside my window at something in the trees.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 17 days ago in Fiction
The Pink Writer. Content Warning.
The Pink Writer: The CEO in Saddle Shoes A vignette from the girl who refused the script “It’s strange to grow up in a world that told girls to shrink,
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 18 days ago in Fiction
Do we sacrifice everything for our children.
Alice spent every waking moment caring for her only child---she worried when he was born, she worried when as a toddler he skinned his knee, she worried when he cried too long. And though no one ever said anything aloud, everyone in town behaved as though her worry was a kind of weather: something you adjusted to, something you didn’t disturb.
By Novel Allen18 days ago in Fiction
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 Preston19 days ago in Fiction
Confessions
A man begins therapy, trying to make sense of a growing unease he cannot name. But as his words unfold, it becomes clear that what he is “remembering” may not belong to the past...
By Lori A. A.19 days ago in Fiction
Painful Lucid Dream?
Something is beginning, I think. Is it a song breaking out from my lungs? A scream? A chest pain busting my ribs? Or nothing, really? Oh no, it is something. It makes me ache. But what is it?
By Lana V Lynx19 days 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 Scipio19 days ago in Fiction
Terminus. Winner in Something Is Beginning, I Think Challenge.
The crisp April air bites like it has teeth and a vendetta, the sun rises as my feet hit the pavement in a steady rhythm, the burn is building in my lungs, and the sky is righteous and clear in every direction. 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. Crawford19 days ago in Fiction
The Interview
It has been raining for 27 miles. Yes, I know that isn't a timeframe, but if Han Solo can use parsec and be understood then I can use a Michigan highway mile to explain that it has been raining for a damned long time.
By Judey Kalchik 19 days ago in Fiction
Circles
She thumbed through the yearbook until she found his face. Circling it with a red sharpie, she remembered a time she’d do the same to her friends, her crushes. Harmless pre-summer fun.
By Matthew J. Fromm19 days ago in Fiction