All Stories, General Fiction

The Silence That Shaped Me by Torsaa Emmanuel Oryiman

Why would life be so unfair to me? What have I done to deserve all this pain and, hardship? Sometimes I sit alone, lost in the quiet hum of the night, questioning every breath I take, every step I make. I search my heart for answers that never come, and the silence feels heavier than words. 
What sin did I commit to be born into such deprivation?

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Latest News, Short Fiction

Week 552 – A Black And White Thief, A Couple Of Questions And Orange Juice.

Week 552

I think I learned something this week that surprised me.

…Should that be ‘learnt’?? I always get those two mixed up.

I was made aware that it’s only British folks who salute a lone Magpie.

Is that correct??

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All Stories, Crime/Mystery/Thriller

Eclipsing Indy by Christopher Ananias

A lot of strange people flowed into Indianapolis for the solar eclipse. Not to mention, the “I-70 Killer” circling the city, with his fangs out, on the long swooping bypasses. The teenager Treat met Roger, a religious drug addict, at a Spaghetti joint on Lex Avenue.  

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All Stories, General Fiction

A Final Thing by Adam Kluger 

She wants to meet on Friday at a restaurant. 

We have to talk. 

About what I wonder. 

Could it be that after all these years she has had enough? 

Enough of buying groceries and cooking you delicious meals

Enough of walking in the park

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All Stories, General Fiction

Waiting for Robert Nix by Héctor Hernández

The discovery of skeletal remains in the woods near the Quitipea River has brought back memories of Robert Nix. I knew him as a kid and thought he was just weird at first—we all did, even the teachers. It was only later that I—and I alone—discovered he was actually insane; I just didn’t know the depth of that insanity, not back then, anyway. I know now.

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