Stream of Consciousness

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 Scipioabout 4 hours ago in Fiction
Terminus
The crisp April air bites like teeth, and the sun rises as my feet hit the pavement in a steady rhythm, the burn building in my lungs. 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. Crawfordabout 5 hours 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 about 7 hours 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. Frommabout 8 hours ago in Fiction
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 17 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 Sparrow2 days ago in Fiction
Where Enchantment Begins.
The morning awakens languorously - relaxed and lazy, it yawns languidly. A green symphony accompanied by sunlight dances at the edge of the new day beginning and sunbeams whisper through the stillness of the woodland.
By Novel Allen2 days ago in Fiction
Why a Real Zombie Apocalypse Would Probably Fail
They’re the living dead. Our nightmares wrapped in rotting flesh. Brain-hungry monsters that shuffle through our favorite shows and movies like they own the place.
By Areeba Umair2 days 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'Leon3 days ago in Fiction
Bee vs Beekeeper's smoke. Content Warning.
Two hours before the police came, I was heading to Woolies for some groceries. I drove with one had on the steering wheel and a refreshing fruit juice in the other while I enjoyed the last few verses of Harry Styles’ Aperture on the radio. I remember being annoyed at how the law firm ads started before the song had ended. I did not notice the car behind me.
By Ruby Red4 days ago in Fiction
Absurdity, Cynicism and Nihilism.
There is a reason why every generation has to wave goodbye in the cycle of our evolution. As unquestionable as the transitioning of the seasons, are the vibrations of the stages of our individual existence.
By Antoni De'Leon5 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