The Writer
/What if your characters…
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…heard a noise coming from the hall closet and wondered if the cat had got in there. He opened the closet door, to see a man crouching…
By Peter Jonathan
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The Best Medicine
/…and pulled and somehow managed to get free from their grip. He had to run, had to get away. He had to make his escape. He pushed them away from him. As he turned to flee, he felt a scratch on his arm. He swore and turned to see the nurse still smiling, the needle sunk deep into his arm…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreDifferent Roads
/…at the house through the windscreen and tried to gather his thoughts. This was it. It was time to admit everything and face the consequences. He knew what he had done was wrong. He knew he should have come sooner. It was time. Even if the outcome was bad for him, he would still…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreThe Dark Hole
/Dear Readers, The Dark Hole…
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…Palakkad district of Kerala is devastatingly beautiful with her lovely green fields and the ever flowing Malampuzha river. The very entry of the village is so simple with an ordinary bus stop…
By Sujatha B
Read MoreVintage
/…was in the pub with his friends. Every Friday night they would flock to the Nag’s Head, their local pub. They would laugh and talk and drink before staggering home to bed to sleep off the booze. They were all in their early twenties and had such busy social lives. There always…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreJoe Ferguson’s Magic...
/…n debt Iowa farmer Joe Ferguson loved his firearms—had a custom made oak cabinet full of the pampered killers of various calibers and an arsenal of ammunition…
By: CraigE
Read MoreGridlock Symphony
/…low in the sky, casting a golden hue over the cityscape as commuters made their way home. Among them was Sarah, a young professional with a heart full of dreams and a mind…
By Mia Patel
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/…handed him a cup of water. As he sipped the water, he tried to recall the accident. He had been repairing the guttering at the house he shared with his parents. That sounded vaguely familiar…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreFrom Ghosting To...
/… I thought I’d meet my end before the year’s end. I sat on a stool in a crowded dive bar. I rolled the sleeves on my plaid Polo shirt, exposing my shaded tattoos and a silver watch. Willow Creek was a dimly lit den of faded glory, its cherry maple walls…
By Andy Cooper
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