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Medea Gets Fleeced
Dear Medea, First, thank you for the sheep—I wouldn’t be where I am today without them. However, you betrayed your father and brother so I might have them, and, well, having forsaken them, you sort of screwed me out of your dowry. Also, how can I have faith in your loyalty? What if Odysseus sailed past and you fell in love with him, betraying me? I don’t have room for that kind of doubt in my life.
By Harper Lewis39 minutes ago in Fiction
The Forest Wants Me Back
Milkweed sticks to my shins. My ankle, pricked by a thorn, yields a tiny droplet of blood that turns to wax in the hot sun. Cockleburs cling to my cotton socks.
By Bride of Soundabout 2 hours ago in Fiction
The Mansion
The rain beat against the mansion. A pair of headlights cut through the rain. The limo pulled into the driveway. The chauffer opened the door and out stepped Barbara Homestead, a reporter for the Supernatural Tattler.” She wore simple attire: a blue blouse, brown jacket, blue jeans, and brown platform shoes. She was a woman of her time and that time was the 1990’s. The year was officially 1995. Vietnam had just ended. The date was October 1st. She needed plenty of time before Halloween to get her story published. She used the garage door knocker and waited for a reply. She heard footsteps on linoleum.
By DJ Robbinsabout 3 hours ago in Fiction
The Colorado Kid. Content Warning.
The sun was setting low over the mountain. Pike’s Peak loomed in the distance casting a shadow over the dusty streets of Spencer, Colorado. The lights in the houses along the house row been lit and the good people of Spencer had taken to their homes for dinner and rest.
By William Kingabout 3 hours ago in Fiction
Cut To Shreds
Stacy stumbled out of the briefing room, still clutching her notepad like a life raft. She'd been deputy communications director for exactly eleven days, and already the hallway felt like a gauntlet of aides, interns, and political operatives.
By Scott Christenson🌴about 4 hours ago in Fiction
DARK Shadow of 2026
March 2026 has become a defining moment in modern human history. For years, the world watched the simmering tensions between major powers as a series of diplomatic chess moves. But today, that peace has fractured. As we analyze the ongoing Iran-US conflict and the broader geopolitical shifts, it is clear that we are not just witnessing a war for territory, but a war for the future of global order. The headlines are dominated by military strikes and oil price surges, but beneath the surface lies a complex web of technology, economics, and human struggle that defines this era of chaos.
By Its_Shani about 4 hours ago in Fiction
City of plague:A New Yorker’s pandemic chronicle Pt 16.
The sky that morning looked as if it had sunk into a deep gray abyss. Then, without warning, the rain began. At first the drops were scattered, but soon they grew heavier—big, bean-sized drops pounding the pavement with relentless persistence. The rain fell harder and harder until the entire city seemed swallowed by it. It had already been raining for an entire morning, stubborn and unyielding, as if the storm had made up its mind not to leave.
By Peterabout 5 hours ago in Fiction
City of plague: A New Yorker’s pandemic chronicle Pt 15.
During the long months of lockdown, when people were asked to stay home to avoid the virus, the city seemed to lose its heartbeat.
By Peterabout 5 hours ago in Fiction
My Wife of Bath...
Note: if you do not know much about the Wife of Bath, or this Challenge, watch the above video, and look at the link below. I have decided that since this is a letter, I am going to keep it brief.
By Kendall Defoe about 5 hours ago in Fiction
Above From Below
Part One Beneath an unusually dark sky, a building in the middle of nowhere, West Texas, sits as it gets pelted by heavy rain mixed with hail. The warning systems at the National Weather Service were right, and the storm was developing into a supercell. It gave off strange atmospheric readings that kept the one person assigned to the observation post busy.
By The Man Behind The Maskabout 5 hours ago in Fiction
THE SILENT AFFAIR: A LOVE WRITTEN IN BLOOD
"They say some secrets are meant to be buried, but some secrets refuse to stay in the grave. In the winter of 1912, inside a locked drawer of a decaying mansion, a letter was found. It wasn't a letter of business or family. It was a letter of fire—a forbidden confession of a love that was never supposed to exist. A love that was as beautiful as it was lethal."
By Its_Shani about 7 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 Sparrowabout 8 hours ago in Fiction