Stream of Consciousness
It Started. Content Warning.
Smoke billowed from my lips, a cigarette that was nearly burned up between my callused fingers. A sense of wonder overtook me as I started out the window into a city filled with people — individuals who struggled, who fought, who lied, but also who paid for the next person in line, who handed money out to strangers on the street for nothing in return. Someone had probably just died alone, somewhere slightly out of my eyesight, and wouldn't be found for weeks.
By J "Griffin" Roomsabout 8 hours ago in Fiction
The King of Peace
A parade day. A celebration day. A mandatory day of patriotism. All across our great nation festivities will be going on. Towns will scramble to make it the grandest day in the history of days, by decree. And the Masks will be checking to ensure it is, never you worry.
By Micaela Sparrowa day ago in Fiction
Namieda
"Tell us a story, Nami". Little Joya pleaded. "I shall tell you of a young girl named Namieda, who yearned for more than just the ordinary. She embarks on a magical journey, both literally and within her mind. She travels near and far. Now she is much older and sits with her grandchildren, regaling them with her journey. Nami still wears flowers in her hair and dresses in her flowery dresses, sandals and comfortable flats.
By Antoni De'Leon2 days ago in Fiction
Seeking The Facts Behind a Myth
Each individual alone judges what they have faith in from what life has taught them. Faith arrives when there is an interplay between mind and body, that forms a strong framework laid on strong foundations. Faith that information, from something larger that can transcend to the depth of the heart and enhance a spirit with confidence in a soul that sees past blindly believing in the causes of wars fought in the name of religious idealism or a way of life that imposes restrictions based on race, caste or the gender one is born into, often stems from the dignity of science, church and community. Through the nature of alchemy, astrology and theory, the brain sorts through what is repressed, unknown or ignored then disassociates preconceived ideas to bring honor and respect to the dead.
By Katherine D. Graham5 days ago in Fiction
Sometimes It's Like That and That'sThe Way It Is. Top Story - March 2026.
It was the late 1960s, and ten-year-old Gloria Coleman was standing with her grandmother on the side of the highway waiting for the bus. As the Greyhound pulled up, it seemed monstrous and intimidating. Grandma Elizabeth grabbed Gloria's hand, holding it tightly as they boarded.
By Cheryl E Preston5 days ago in Fiction
Shadow On The Ledge. Content Warning.
‘So, you think life has meaning, yet here you are on the ledge? That doesn't add up.’ ‘Yes, it does. Imagine wanting to die and standing there on the edge, facing death. At first, your whole life flashes before you—each disaster feels overwhelming, piling up. The emotions freeze you. But as you stand there, something changes. Slowly, those disasters lose their weight. Painful memories fade, and suddenly, you start remembering good moments you had overlooked. It’s like your mind finally breaks free from focusing only on the bad and shows you small signs of hope you hadn’t seen before.’
By Moon Desert8 days ago in Fiction
