Short Story
The Library of Possible Prefaces
If you have come this far, you have already made a mistake. The library does not let you know you are there. It appears between a tobacconist and a shop that sells umbrellas, in a city whose name I will not give you, because the name of a city is the end of a city, and this city has not yet decided what it is.
By Tim Carmichaela day ago in Fiction
Tuesday Is For Tuna
Tuesday is tuna day. How do I know this? Well, this is sanctuary life where everything is the same every week and I've been here for eight years. Without fail, we've had tuna every Tuesday for each of those eight years.
By Special Little Whiskers Kitten Sanctuary2 days ago in Fiction
Someone's Father or Uncle
Amy stepped of the train as the Broad Street Subway let her off at Philadelphia's City Hall stop and mixed her way into the more than 100 other people who were all moving like a flood to the steps. While most moved down the interchange concourse that lead to the “L” train, she moved towards the escalator in the other direction, along with a small handful of other people that took her out into the City Hall courtyard.
By Timothy E Jones2 days ago in Fiction
The Nana Adventures: A Day at the Amusement Park
Nana believes that every great explorer needed a day filled with wind-in-the-hair courage and cotton-candy joy. So when she announced, "Pack your brave hearts-we're going to the amusement park," the house practically shook with excitement.
By Tabatha Nabors2 days ago in Fiction
