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June 07, 2026
Romance Stories Linda Boroff

Charlotte's Law

Charlotte always arrived at work half an hour early. She left her apartment at 7:15 each morning, brown bag in hand, to wait beside a car rental agency for the 7:22 Wilshire Boulevard bus, a tall, broad-beamed secretary with plump knees in miniskirt and high…
June 07, 2026
Fantasy Stories Matias Travieso-Diaz

Aurora’s Blemish

A storm tests the strength of roots, not the beauty of leaves. Aloo Denish Obiero Once upon a time there was a king whose domains extended far and wide, making him the envy of his neighbors. All was well with him save for a lingering misfortune: the queen had…
June 07, 2026
Horror Stories Nicholas Kellogg

Playtime With Lolly Polly

Emily sat in her red Subaru afraid that when her wheels touched the curb it had torched their integrity. She looked down at her phone— that same background photo of her and mom posing at the bottom of some mountain they’d climbed long ago, looking back. Her…
June 07, 2026
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The Wondrous Life of Evelyn Sawyer

It is simply beautiful, like the sight of butterflies on yellow leaves, to have the gift of imagination. It is simply, even undoubtedly, a largely held notion – unless you were born on some other planet – that babies should cry when they come. But Evelyn…
June 07, 2026
Horror Stories Tom Kropp

The Wendigo’s Disciple

The wendigo exploded out of the underbrush in a rush that human eyes could barely follow. Seven year old Robert watched out the window of his cabin in horrified disbelief. The wendigo resembled a cross between some kind of bipedal dark demon and deer with…
June 07, 2026
General Stories Thomas Turner

Living Life On Life's Terms

Written by Thomas Turner. Dictated by Richard Turner. Advised by Curt Chown Sonny is talking to Curt and Tom about his family. Curt says ‘You can't undo the past. Look at your life now. You did a lot of great things. You have a wife, kids and friends. You…
May 18, 2026
Horror Stories Tom Kropp

Chupacabra Demon Hunt

“It’s the Chupacabra,” Andres declared while glancing warily around the grassy range under the pale moonlight. Dan frowned as he studied his dead goat. It was the fifth goat he’d found in the past weeks with two messy puncture wounds in the neck and very…
May 18, 2026
Fantasy Stories Charles E.J Moulton

Corners Of A Spiritual Room

When Juliet met Annabelle Lee, almost all they could talk about was the Mona Lisa. Was she really Francesco del Giocondo's wife, or was Mona actually Leonardo? His mother? Or someone completely different? “Well,” Juliet countered, “you know it was actually…
May 18, 2026
General Stories Matias Travieso-Diaz

Three Autumnal Tales

I. Changes Pass Eighty By the time you’re 80 years old you’ve learned everything. You only have to remember it. I often say that the life of a human is like an American football game. During the first quarter (ages 0 to 20) one grows, develops, matures,…
May 18, 2026
General Stories Matias Travieso-Diaz

Your Lease Will Soon Expire

There is nothing more certain in nature than that it is impossible for any body to be utterly annihilated. Sir Francis Bacon, Sylva Sylvarum As the ravages of cancer continued to destroy Roddy’s body, doctors prescribed morphine to alleviate his pain and…
May 18, 2026
Crime Stories Tom Kropp

Attacked On The Toilet

I was sitting on the toilet taking a dump when the ski-masked man burst into my bathroom and tried to knife my neck. There was no way to prepare for something like that. I mean, I was butt naked pooping on my own toilet at 2am with my wife in the next room…
April 25, 2026
Horror Stories Tom Kropp

Night Watch

“What do you mean they never caught him?’ Kay asked her boyfriend, named Scot, nervously. Scot tried to hide his smile in the moonlight. Kay was a beautiful, blond-haired, blue-eyed, athletic figure, eighteen-year-old college student that was new in the area.…

I am gently used. Years have come and gone, memories etched in stone. The timing could not have been prevented, no matter who took control? I always knew you cared. I thought you cared out of sanity and the desire to meet society’s classification of a normal person. My heart weeps with pain when you reveal yourself to me. If only I had known before, would I have been able to accept it? I am sure things would be different now. I do not have an answer. I plead my feelings to you like a dam with no manpower. My tears come naturally as I bare my naked soul to you. Tears of your own threaten to escape; you are feisty enough to tell me this is not how I feel. Who did you say you were again? I pray to have you erased from my mind. It is the only way I know how to cope, the memories denied. I want them gone forever! Love and desire is what you have thrown at me. They sting like grains of rice thrown on my wedding day. My body glistens with sweat as it tries to contain itself. Everything is laid out and opens, like a virgin at her prom. Hours later, your fears, not mine stamp across the possibilities.  I admire your nerve, you politely ask me to stay with you always. Just as a friend, by your side for all eternity. I smile and I tell you that your behaviour disgusts me. Are you happy to see me or thoughts of moments you share with her linger like an intricate spider web? I will be honest and say I do not think I can do this, be second place. No matter the options, I calculate and try to embrace. It is of no use and a waste of my time. With the cards I can shuffle and play, the solution to this formula is the same. I lose. If I stay, I will have moments of ecstasy and moments of pure strangulation. If I leave, the times that are addictive will disappear quicker then I will have time to shower off the filth. I will be left with suffocation and bitterness that will drive me to the bottom of the earth. This place is completely foreign to me. I will put it to you straight. I laugh, I am jealous. You tell me she does not want you to see me anymore because of me. It is absurd really. A clear sign of where your loyalties lie, with her. I understand you hurt. I wish I could put my arms around you and be there, just so you know that someone does love you. I try to rush by your side; you stop me in my tracks. You do not want me to be here for you. You want space and no trace of me. You deny our friendship because of a few carnal moments with her. Your cookie starts to crumble. I try to reason. If you go into her arms she will forbid our friendship. You deny me to be with her. It is a forensic lie to fabricate a fantasy. I am on a cliff and wait for a moment that will change my life for eternity. You will put your arms around me and we will walk away together. Or you will throw me off the cliff and watch me go. Ecstasy was mine to grasp briefly. I am sad and hurt. You walk away from me. I am angry there is a chance that you might give me up at all. Not just for her or for the next one, but generally for anyone or anything at all. Is Liar your middle name? After all we have been through. What a fool I am to believe your meaningless words that declare your unconditional love for me. I poke a hole in the silence that is spread like a consummation blanket before us. I just want to hear that you care, you confirm and then silence. You stand up with tears in your eyes, I sit in silence. If I look at you and say one word or move, I will crumple to the ground. I do not want you to see my weakness. You walk over to me, your arms embrace me, and my tears start. You say nothing; bless your sweet lips on my neck. You let go, turn and walk away. I pick up a shovel and plunge it into the earth. It is time to start digging.

 

Bio: My name is Catina Noble. I am a freelance writer and photographer. I have been published inThe Prairie Journal, The Riverview Park Review, The Mindful Word, Babypost, Canadian Newcomer, Mainstreeter, PENand CultivateTo. I suffer from stationary sickness and can never have too many pens or notebooks! I am a single mom of four and I love the words “carpe diem”, today, tomorrow and always!

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