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Passion Fruit It was the finest orange I had seen in months. It was right in front of me in a tall, blue trash bin. I looked around in all directions to make sure no one else had seen it, and was thrilled to find that my eyes and my eyes only gazed at the luscious fruit before me. The afternoon sun danced across the po... | 7,965 | 1 |
I’m nervous. My hands are autonomously fidgeting with my dress, my heart is all but beating through my exposed chest and my stomach is twisting and turning with the opposition of the decision to even be here. The only decision I am thrilled with is my blatant refusal of lunch. Between the unyielding force of the corset... | 1,897 | 1 |
Bodies. Some more aesthetically pleasing than others. Merely a dingy basement on weekdays, the lower level of the “Fiji” house had been transformed into the place to be on a Friday night. Apparently nothing more than a black light, a tapped keg, and several large speakers were needed to create the ultimate party scene ... | 2,955 | 2 |
It wasn’t the way he moved his wrists. No, that was always elegantly trashy and it turned me on. It also wasn’t the way he would never take off his long, black socks; he was afraid that his feet smelled. I found all of his irritating habits to be endearing after I have my coffee. It couldn’t have been the way he danced... | 1,632 | 7 |
"Coffee". "What?" "Coffee." "Yeah. So where do you want to go?" "I dunno, Kaka?" "Sure, like, why not?" "Let's go." "Wait." "What?" "Look, about last night." "Forget about it." "I... yeah." "What?" "Nothing." "Come on, spit it out." "No I just, wanted to say... that it was good." "Yeah." "So now what?" "Coffee." "No I ... | 1,006 | 12 |
Just a conversation between two lovers i thought up. Maybe it will become something more later on Sex in dark places No one ever goes to the movies these days david, we all just stay home and download so we can have all the sex and violence we want, onscreen and off. That’s a fairly depressing viewpoint, I mean if that... | 4,259 | 1 |
When you were nine, your mother shot you in the chest. At school, they called you Voodoo Boy, but as your dad, I couldn’t see the wood for the trees. I see it now. Clear as sheets of gelatine. And the way you sculpted me... well, it makes the analogy all the more appropriate I suppose. When you fell and tore your knees... | 3,674 | 2 |
There was a tall man with a short hat sitting on top of a lamp post. A breeze blew by and the hat fell off, but the man continued to sit still, afraid that he would fall. He finally braced himself to look down at the landing place of his hat. The hat had pierced through the horn of a boar that snored below him. Furious... | 1,805 | 13 |
Paul sat at the table in his living room scribbling down a few last sentences on his scratch piece of paper. The words started out neatly written, but as your eyes travelled down the page they became smeared and unrecognizable. As he folded up his work, Jack came stumbling down the stairs into the living room. He was i... | 1,036 | 1 |
This isn't my first short story, and I hope to post more at some point, I just wanted to share this. You’re sitting, a cup of warm pomegranate tea is lightly steaming on the small table next to the chair you’ve chosen as your morning sitting area. Your bare feet rest upon the warm wood of the patio. You run your finger... | 2,396 | 1 |
He ran. He didn’t know what else to do. So he ran. Hard. He could feel the sweat trickle down his back and mingle with the cold air, causing a shudder to spread through his entire body. Or was it his entire being? Could something rattle a person so hard, that their soul would be vulnerable? The darkness formed a shell ... | 2,347 | 2 |
The Cuckoo is a Pretty Bird It was late in the morning and the sun was high. Mary had some mud on her cheek, it was dry and cracked and felt good when she picked at it. There was an orange stain on her and chin from rubbing a popsicle on her sunburned lips. She laid the popsicle on the step of the porch and it began to... | 7,306 | 1 |
the pitfighter's guide to the galaxy *Things were different in my day, thought Buster Knuckles, glancing up at the impressive array of Silverware on the shelf of his study. He took a gulp from the coffee mug, dwarved inside his right hand and jabbed at London's unluckiest 'touchscreen' computer with his left, scanning ... | 2,557 | 1 |
When I was growing up in Limerick my mother had to go to the St. Vincent de Paul Society to see if she could get a bed for me and my brothers, Malachy, Michael, and Alphie who was barely walking. The man at the St. Vincent de Paul said he could give her a docket to go down to the Irishtown to a place that sold secondha... | 2,743 | 0 |
Click, clack. Click, clack. The sounds of metal against metal reverberated through the entire ship as the captain walked towards the guard rail on the starboard side. Every other step the captains prosthetic leg stuck the ships metal surface and rang out. From just below the knee a metal contraption attached to his leg... | 5,122 | 4 |
George Bentley does nothing. He never wakes before midday and usually not before one. When he wakes he usually spends at least an hour just lying in bed trying to muster the energy to move. Today was no different. After a restless hour his aches and pains force him to drag himself from his bed and he slowly lumbers thr... | 2,840 | 3 |
(Note: I'm a very inexperienced writer, and this is all I have since I started writing it at 2am in the dark while I couldn't sleep. Be slightly gentle?) I know pain. More painful than a physical pain, harder to endure than death itself at times. The notion of a love strong enough to ache for the sweet linger of shadow... | 2,634 | 1 |
I told her it was amazing and that she has a talent, but she sometimes doubts herself, and considers me biased because we're dating, but I truly think it's a gripping start. It may have some grammatical and spelling errors, but please, I'd love to hear your opinion. “What are you drawing again?” I asked five-year-old M... | 5,172 | 0 |
Warning: an amateur here. This is my first short story that I'm publishing. My grammar isn't the best and neither is my spelling. Just wanting honest feedback. This is rough, but if I have the potential to get better, please let me know! Today I was awoken from my dreamless sleep by the cry of my child. This is not uno... | 1,715 | 4 |
~Some say kids don't study ~ they cram God damn hate that I am what i am ~ Depressing urban music played from the radio of my bright orange Paradise Corporation taxi. I put the taxi into first gear and pulled away into the air. We weaved left and right, dodging the factory chimneys that polluted London's night sky. A g... | 1,588 | 3 |
Woke up again, ten minutes late, hurried out the apartment door, on an empty stomach. The icy cold breeze ripping through my skin as I walked toward the metro station located just around the shopping mall. I always thought how those who were worse off than me felt at times like these, those who can't afford a shelter o... | 9,132 | 1 |
As Alanna sat on the bed, she thought: *Why is my marriage over? How? What exactly did I do to cause him to walk out?* She felt dejected and sad enough to cry when she felt a heavy, furry thing on her shoulder. She turned and saw Teddy, aka Theodore T. Urso, her imaginary friend from her childhood "Teddy!" she exclaime... | 1,705 | 1 |
He had been going to the same coffee shop for nearly a year now. All for her. She was his everything. He thought about her while working. He thought about her while eating. Hell, he even thought about her while thinking about her. To him, she was perfect. And he had never even said so much as a single word to her. He f... | 1,903 | 12 |
I remember when I was five, and my dad gave me his hat. It was late September, and we were walking through the park together. I guess I had complained one time too many, because he carefully took me off his shoulders to stand in front of him. I looked up at him and repeated, “I’m cold, daddy.” “Here,” he said to me, kn... | 2,129 | 5 |
She stood lifeless next to the wall at the end of the darkened musty corridor, blood still dripping off of her hand where it had run down her arm from her shoulder. She slowly starts to peak around the edge of the wall when a loud **SHRIEK!** echoes terribly off the moldy ceramic walls. Quickly she jerks her head back ... | 2,533 | 1 |
Jack jerked awake. It was dark, the window was open, a warm breeze blowing through the curtains. Outside the din of city life had quieted to its nocturnal stupor. He could hear a cat scrounging down in the alleyway. Jack reached his arm to the empty space in his bed next to him, forgetting for a moment that Martha was ... | 3,255 | 5 |
I'm an odd memory in most minds. Like a harrowing communal conscience of migratory birds or a sea breeze that took a train to the prairies and is seen walking along the street. I suppose I'm a sort of stationary, a figment used to paint a portrait of understanding but this is really strange since I am not at all like a... | 4,145 | 7 |
The Celebration Sarah slipped out onto the balcony of her loft. From the twelfth floor, Chicago was a Lite-Brite cityscape, each building and monument pegged into the grid. Metered and regular, from what appeared in the streets as a tangle of twisted metal and cement, a careful design emerged. Sarah enjoyed this view o... | 4,880 | 0 |
"Shut the fuck up, lets roll!" "Wut!?" "Step away from the crack pipe I mean my drums or we'll be late, dipshit!" "Oh yeah..." ... Bael was the last bicycle allowed across the bridge. The officer crossed the roadway after Bael passed and said to Rael, "Pedestrians aren't allowed on the bridge as the cruiser passes unde... | 4,277 | 1 |
Now I will tell you a story about when m&m's and skittles met in glorious battle. So one day the m&m's army was out patrolling throw the forest of color, when out of nowhere the Skittles started raining down rainbows of death upon them. The m&m's immdently fell back into the shade of the trees where the rainbows couldn... | 734 | 0 |
It wasn't beautiful. It was impressive, efficient and immense. But not beautiful. I looked out at the array of spaceships, moving in predetermined flight plans, weaving in and out of the buildings. I saw the careful positioning on the buildings to maximize the view and spoil others. Self lit brightly coloured advertise... | 3,934 | 2 |
I’ll still never get why she ever gave me the time of day. But you know what? I didn’t care. This was summer. This was the city. This was a crowd of people walking across the Roberto Clemente bridge. I peered through the crowd of fathers, grandfathers, sisters, cousins, moms, boyfriends. I checked my phone hoping she d... | 8,235 | 1 |
"Inoculation & her sisters (Or Goose)" By Nick Saunders So there I was. White bleach walls and the doctor with the atrophied lungs. This mother fucker breathes in pain and revels in misery. What a sickening state of affairs when a wheezing parasite like Dr. Frank is my saviour. My fucking connection? What fucking conne... | 4,838 | 1 |
Walking home late one night after last call at the tavern, alone on a lightless road, a flash ignites the sky above. As quick as it comes, I am disappeared from that tired avenue, and my surroundings are no longer the outdoors. I am in a red and orange striped and spotted room that I can only recognize as a holding cel... | 3,833 | 1 |
It was just like any other Sunday, the Thai Hooker and I were lying on the couch passing our peace pipe back and forth while doing smoke tricks. The den door swung open to reveal Jim, wild-eyed and frothing at the mouth. He announced his entire life was merely a peyote-fueled sequence of dreams, and at that very moment... | 2,453 | 2 |
Well, here it is: First I take a deli-sliced piece of turkey breast and run around my house naked while slapping it against my bare ass. When I feel the turkey is ready for consumption, I make a sandwich (whole wheat bread only) and frisbee it off my back porch. I then cover myself in vegetable oil, and roll around my ... | 2,656 | 2 |
The man answered me hoarsely, a queer smile playing across the corner of his cracked lips, "It is said that when the gods wish to punish us... they answer our prayers." His face, a map of scars, was strangely familiar, like a distant place long forgotten. "Speak not in riddles old man," I snarled, "You will make your p... | 3,495 | 8 |
You swing your car into the dingy lot in front of Gutter Ball's and kill the engine. You sit there for a few moments preparing yourself. Almost game time. You hit the trunk release and get out of the car. The rain stopped about an hour ago and for the first time this week the evening air is cool rather than muggy. Open... | 3,973 | 1 |
I'm not sure this is the appropriate subreddit for this. Please enjoy. A man walks into an ice cream shoppe. He approaches the ice cream server behind the counter. CUSTOMER- Can I have a vanilla ice cream please? ICE CREAM MAN- Sure thing.(Scoops ice cream into cone) Here you go.(Hands to customer) CUSTOMER- This isn't... | 2,361 | 8 |
The woman screamed. It was a blood curdling scream. Any sane person would have felt such empathy they would have experienced the same terror she was feeling now. But Mr. Black was not a sane man. Mr. Black simply continued to prepare his little "toys." The woman was going to be his newest playmate for these toys. Tonig... | 1,432 | 0 |
If you play by the rules, it will only keep you out of trouble. I am in trouble. Tonight is my last night working for Multiple Services. I have not been fired yet, but when my supervisor reads the email I sent her in the morning, I will be fired for sure – I am sure of it. I used to do security at the Pearl district bu... | 6,522 | 1 |
It sits in the middle of the jewel-encrusted chamber, pulsating with power. Not even the candlemaker can comprehend the curious article as he stands there in awe. It was just as the legend recounted - the very legend which, over the years, was taught to him and the others back in the citadel. Very few have ever been ab... | 3,640 | 1 |
Of all the things that could have seared that memory into my mind, it was the color. The middle of June. The zenith; the relentless shine. The upbeat and the discard of the drab. The illustrious woman candidly backdropped by the deeply rich brown hue of the logs of the cabin wall. The palpable reflective green of the l... | 893 | 2 |
This one was for an assignment. Kinda long, but I think it's worth it. Have fun :) Mr. Joseph’s Suit Thomas Joseph lived in a small farming town. He knew all of his neighbors and half of them were his relatives. He lived in a house that was surrounded by trees and had an old wood barn in the back. He didn’t have the bi... | 4,796 | 4 |
The band of riders moved in line between the towering walls of the red-rock valley. Their ponies paced onwards, heads bent in exhaustion. They were following a hard packed trail to somewhere, for now only deeper into the cliffs. The water was gone, the food was gone, but not the gold. “Ey’ Billy, see that crag some way... | 3,188 | 3 |
“Nine steps down the road and turn left at the old house.” I kept repeating those words in my head. It was like a song or a rhyme that bounced around my head refusing to leave through any of the normal channels. “Nine steps down the road and turn left at the old house.” Who said that? I might be able to remember but th... | 2,923 | 3 |
There he was, hiding in the silent darkness of the nights.. wandering aimlessly between the haunted corridors of his fortress of solitude.. he reaches that tower kissing the moonless sky, standing tall in the forbidden forest guarded by forsaken beasts from the depths of hell.. he feels a breeze of sorrow drying out hi... | 1,459 | 1 |
Pushing through the the still wet air I found my way on to the dock through a morning fog that hid the world from view in all but five feet in any direction. My still damp knitted sweater that never seemed to dry or loose the smell of the sea weighed me down along with my cumbersome rubber boots. The long walk was lone... | 3,506 | 1 |
The Will of Man I am the devil, the first and last thing you need to know about me. It was a title well earned and then enhanced by my guiding of wills to their true nature, so don’t you lose sight of it at any point. How long was I scorned and mocked by my confederates only to still rise as the only worthy adversary t... | 5,791 | 1 |
I pushed my erection further into the skeleton's eye socket, glad that for once I remembered the lubricant. "Uh, yes, take it, Mr. Roosevelt," I grunted, letting my sack press up against the former president's nasal cavity, "How do you like *my* New Deal?" "New Deal?" I'd almost forgotten about the gravekeeper behind m... | 2,702 | 0 |
1 It had only been a few days since we had left the mainland, and only a week since the infection had been first reported. Corpses scattered across war zones, covered with the settled remnants of radioactive dust from chemical weapons had begun reacting... twitching... moving. It was only a day later that the first sci... | 5,022 | 9 |
He woke up in a cold and sterile room. Sickly green curtains hung limp over the window, adorned with lilacs and daisies. The room was strangely devoid of personality. There were no clothes to be seen, everything was neat and orderly, and there was no dog-eared journal, yellow and faded with age. "Where is my notebook?"... | 4,952 | 7 |
It is a bright sunny day. The school children are outside playing for recess. The kids are swinging, sliding, running and jumping. All the little ones are playing except for one child, his name is Jason and he is an adventurer, he is an explorer. Jason is off by himself searching. He is tracking down a chirping sound t... | 5,600 | 1 |
He had tried to fuck his mother’s cat when he was seven. The incident had resulted badly and now his genitals were permanently scarred and the cat dead. Does that seem strange? Well I suppose you could view it that way. He wasn’t really different. But what’s different? At the time trust me there were logical steps to h... | 4,837 | 0 |
I don't want to read about a "veneer" and what's beneath it. I don't want to read about glass and wires and the new noir. It's the way that you think of the concrete in an alleyway, the door that you look at with the blue light buzzing overhead in its wire-caged socket. I mean: I hack away furiously at a keyboard, mind... | 3,948 | 4 |
It's a science fiction story, I *think* it was written by Arthur C. Clarke. The plot, as far as I remember it, involves humans colonizing a distant planet that's inhabited by an alien race. On the planet, there's evidence of advanced technology - but the aliens have "forgotten" how to use it. The human's colonization i... | 903 | 0 |
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