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July 18, 2026
Horror Stories Tom Kropp

Killer Part To Play

“You do realize this film requires a lot of nudity?” The middle-aged, bald, obese, white, male director, named Marty asked.“Of course,” Dan nodded agreeably.“Well let's see what you got under those clothes,” Marty requested.“Sure. “Dan agreed and boldly…
July 18, 2026
General Stories Matias Travieso-Diaz

The Pixie By The Pond

The Pixies, they who change not, nor grow old or die. The Pixies though they love us, behold us pass away, And are not sad for flowers they gathered yesterday Nora Chesson, The Pixies Brian had just finished his Junior year at Stanford University, where he…
July 18, 2026
Horror Stories Tom Kropp

Vault Treasures

"Let’s do it." Jon ordered his brother Dan. "Alright!" Dan barked back. Jon jumped out of the car. The brothers were both tall, lean, clean, young, white men wearing blond beards and wigs as disguises and nice suits. Jon guided his gorgeous girlfriend,…
July 18, 2026
Flash Fiction Kate LaDew

Harry Makes A Pact With Bess

“When I get to the other side, I will let you know. I’ll tap out our code and tell you what I've found.” When Harry dies on a Halloween afternoon, Bess is there, his brother too. “I’m tired of fighting,” he tells them softly. “Guess this is going to get me,”…
July 18, 2026
Horror Stories Kenneth Gibbons

Marvin's Mistake

“Marvin, are you still seeing apparitions?" asked Doctor Jaimeson. Marvin's eyes darted to the right and back. Then again. He was trying to ignore the spirit sitting in the corner of the office. "No. I haven't seen any apparitions for a while," Marvin said…
June 23, 2026
General Stories Thomas Turner

Lucky Number Seven

1995- Sonny and Candy have been in Iowa for a few years now. He makes a list of his lucky number seven friends 1-Pastor Joseph F Wall (Pastor of Christ of King Church .River landing city.) 2-Dennis Mason(general manager of hills mall. Also Captain of the Iowa…
June 23, 2026
Flash Fiction Matias Travieso-Diaz

The Fawn In The Forest

So they walked on together through the wood, Alice with her arms clasped lovinglyround the soft neck of the Fawn, till they came out into another open field, and herethe Fawn gave a sudden bound into the air, and shook itself free from Alice's…
June 14, 2026
Horror Stories Paula Bernstein

Midnight Snack

I have always preferred to stalk my victims in the winter. I love the early sunsets and the long chill nights which allow a long foreplay to the final ecstasy of sinking my teeth into that vulnerable place, feeling my mouth fill with the gush of warm juice.…
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
General Stories Marvel Chukwudi Pephel

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…

Lily was annoyed and upset. Her mom switched her virtual reality helmet into school mode and while Lily’s friends were chilling on some Australian or Brazilian beach, she was locked in her room. Lily’s mom won’t unblock the helmet until the homework is done. Lily was thirteen and she didn’t care about a history class and what had happened 30 years ago. In those ancient times, people were so undeveloped that they actually had to travel if they wanted to see a place.


The teacher explained that in these times people could really touch other people just for the greeting and some individuals were careless enough even to sleep together in one bed. Lily didn’t care for such savages. No wonder they were absolutely defenseless when the virus came.

 

Lily’s homework was to research and prepare the story of her family in those times. It was optional, but her mom insisted that she do it. For reasons unclear to Lily, her mom was strongly attached to those times.


Sighing, Lily picked up her iPad 29 which was integrated with the helmet, looked for an ancient app called Instagram and opened her mom’s account. Since 2030 every moment of life had been recorded and everybody could put the virtual helmet on and watch their own life in 3D with friends and family. But back in the 20s people were still addicted to posting pictures of the important moments. 

 

Lily scrolled back to 2020 and saw a photo of her very young mom wearing a black square hat and sitting next to an old-school computer. There were several squares on the screen and in every square Lily saw a picture of a young, smiling guy wearing a black hat like her mom’s. Most of the young men in the picture had beards — a barbaric and unhygienic male trend of those days.


Below the photo Lily’s mom posted: “My graduation party during the lockdown. Looking forward to the day when I can hug everyone.” Unbelievable, keeping your physical body in a safe place was considered something incorrect, something limiting! 


Then this word “hug.” Lily knew its meaning but she couldn’t get the idea. Why would Lily’s mom want to touch all those people? Was it a strange dangerous method to learn if any person had a fever? 


Lily watched some explanatory videos about this ritual. Seems that people hugged each other to express their emotions. As if emojis were not enough! Of course, nowadays emojis are much more developed and appear as a hologram both in virtual reality and in real life, but even back in those days people had been already using them in messengers and chats.

 

One more sigh and Lily started to compose her homework. She wrote:
“When the virus came, my mom was a young, reckless rebel. She urged people to meet in person and propagandized physical contact. Even on her graduation day instead of celebrating this great achievement, she was hoping to see her friends. My mom is a very smart woman but even she didn’t realize the whole danger of being social. Her behavior shows us how careless and naive people had been before the World Restriction Law passed in 2023. I’m glad my mom has changed; she would never touch me or any other person because she knows how unsafe it is. Dangerous unhealthy times have passed and we’re living in a brave new world.” 


“Mom, my homework is done, can I please go?” — Lily asked the empty room, knowing the word “mom” would trigger a notification in her mom’s helmet... Her mom connected immediately, virtually nodded and switched Lily’s helmet into leisure mode. Straight away the girl connected to the chat with her friends, who were lounging on the rim of a volcano in Hawaii.


Her mom was left alone. Like all other parents, she had access to her children's notes, so she took a look. 


She saw her old Instagram picture and wondered If Lily realized that one of the guys in Zoom was her father? She doubted it. Lily was born after the beards had been prohibited and she wouldn’t imagine her dad having one. Then she read Lily’s note. 


If there were somebody else in the room, they would see a woman sitting alone in a helmet. Even through the helmet’s glass they would notice a strange expression on her face. Somebody from her generation would think that she was crying but how is this possible? People of the bright new age don’t express emotions. They use emojis instead. 

 

 

Bio: Russian living in Colombia, traveler, amateur writer

 

 

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