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My Brother's Eyes Looked Like Jewels . Runner-Up in Everyone Is Acting Normally Challenge. Top Story - March 2026.
You have to be buzzed in to Grace Hospice Care. I was walking out as they were buzzing in an older black man nodded I had seen earlier in the week.
By John R. Godwin27 days ago in Fiction
Anthony
Sun split the cloudless sky like the eye of a great giant, peering down on Lena as she made her way, slowly but surely, from the car to the front door. The cute sandstone cottage glowed in the late spring afternoon, the flowers were riotous, and the air had that soft edge that said warmer days were coming, but it felt like a picture. This day could not exist, not like this. Not here.
By S. A. Crawford27 days ago in Fiction
Humans Disrespect the Creator
May was a devoted mother, a community advocate, and someone who held her faith close to her heart. One crisp autumn evening, May was participating in another weekly church meeting with some of her friends and other members. Her friends were Elena, a feminist activist, Marcus, a retired teacher, and young Lila, a college student questioning the world around her.
By Jyoti DiClemente27 days ago in Fiction
What Now?. Content Warning.
I wasn't what you'd call a golden child. Let's just say that my single mom had her hands full. One of my earliest memories happened the summer before I turned five. My mom took me to the park. I was curious how far I could fly if I jumped out of the swing. When I landed, my squall may have awakened the dead. My mom came running and yelled, "What now, Lucy?"
By Julie Lacksonen27 days ago in Fiction
As Wise As an Owl
As Wise As an Owl Deep in the quiet green woods, where a clear stream moved gently over smooth stones, there lived a great white owl with wide golden eyes. She watched the forest from a tall branch, seeing far more than most creatures ever noticed. The animals of the woodland spoke often and loudly, yet the owl remained mostly silent, listening and observing the world around her.
By George’s Girl 2026 28 days ago in Fiction
The Architecture of Normal Things
The First Door The first extra room appeared on an ordinary Tuesday morning while my mother was trying to remember where she'd last left the vacuum cleaner. She was standing halfway down the hall with one hand on her hip, staring intensely at a door that had absolutely not been there the night before.
By Shannon Hilson28 days ago in Fiction
There’s a Cow in the Room. Honorable Mention in Everyone Is Acting Normally Challenge.
Brian was attending the wake of his work colleague, Barry Rajacostellino. He never really liked the guy that much, although he had sat next to him at work for the last four years. Four years of putting up with garlic breath and his constant snorts instead of just blowing his nose.
By Calvin London29 days ago in Fiction
My Pen is
My Peace is My Pen Arguing happens again, the police at the door making reports of domestic abuse. Screams can be heard down the alley from my bedroom window. Gunshots ricochet from the bricks of my home, on the floor we sleep. We wake to see the damage, blood spilled in the streets where we played. Let’s see who can catch this football in the vacant lot of a church that supplied the neighborhood with supplies such as clothing and food. The neighbors running trap houses as kids wait for seven o’clock to hear Mr. Frostee tunes blaring from around the corner. I can remember begging for dollars from the locals just for a vanilla soft served cone. My mother always liked hers dipped. We get ready for dinner, another soulful meal prepared by the man and woman that loved us.
By Charelle Landers29 days ago in Fiction
