I have been seeing different people to hold my mind and body together while my boyfriend in LA finishes the first round of funding for his start-up. Sometimes I will see one of my lovers the same day he arrives. He is too aloof to know, care, or even be curious about my life. My lovers are ponds, deep and shallow, that I dip my toes into and see the wobbly edges of myself. Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like if I let all my energy be sucked into their orbits. I am a flexible human, and I could be great at many things, so it’s tempting to squish myself into new molds. One lover is a ..read more

This short story is a part of the Mieran Ruins Collection. The rest of the stories can be found on this masterpost. Most people didn’t think about where trash goes. The garbage was collected into bags and carried off into a truck. They were vaguely aware of landfills; the sites where garbage was mixed with the dirt in the hopes to never smell it again, but they didn’t care about what happened. Just that it was out of their site. Some people did care of course. They pointed out that garbage would hurt the environment. Also, landfills made hills that no one wanted to live on. Eventually, we’d r ..read more

There was once a town that knew not of recycling, but of waste. This town wasn’t poor, nor rich; aware of climate change, but not of how they affect the climate. This town had so much of what they call “garbage”, that the garbage truck would have to come often to dispose of the piles that grew in front of their houses. The issue with this is that most of what was being thrown out was not garbage, but treasure to the right person. The community lived but minutes from a donation centre; however, the people found it too much work to drive their goods over. They would rather the piles in front of ..read more

Welcome to Serial Sunday! To those brand new to the feature and those returning from last week, welcome! Do you have a self-established universe you’ve been writing or planning to write in? Do you have an idea for a world that’s been itching to get out? This is the perfect place to explore that. Each week, I post a theme to inspire you, along with a related image and song. You have 500 - 1000 words to write your installment. You can jump in at any time; writing for previous weeks’ is not necessary in order to join. After you’ve posted, come back and provide feedback for at least 1 other writer ..read more

Trumpets and drum rolls roared throughout the luxurious morning lit streets of Thortica. The people of this monumental city were bustling and chattering with excitement. Preparations for the Dragons Day festival were well underway and had been for days. Men and women scrambled to finish the last minute touches to make sure the city's streets were magnificently decorated. Massive brightly colored banners hung from nearly every window, flowers and elegant pottery were arranged neatly along the sides of the freshly swept streets, ropes were strung from rooftops holding banners stitched with the ..read more

Letters to Nobody is a series of short stories presented as fictional letters. Miss You. Crab apples are pretty disgusting. I'm sure you could do something with them to make them edible, but I haven't ever actually bothered to look. I figured if there were, you would have figured it out. But the years of my childhood spent playing under that massive tree in your front yard, occasionally trying one and spitting it out faster than I took a bite, gave me all the evidence I needed that they were pretty damn gross. So we played baseball with them. I have no idea how this ever started, but I'm sure ..read more

Prologue It was a lazy fall afternoon, the leaves were brightly colored but still mostly on the trees. The crisp air meant the fireplace was in use, the smell of wood smoke drifted through the yard and into the forest beyond. Far overhead a plane continued its trip, connecting one part of the world to the other with its contrails. Two boys kicked the ball to each other in the yard. What do you want to be when you grow up? Andy asked John. The ball passed and caught smoothly. “I don’t know man, I think I want to fly airplanes. It seems pretty cool.” Returned just as cleanly. “Me too! Flying fa ..read more

Hope you enjoy this one. winroberts.com Win :-) He was a tailor in a world that didn’t want or particularly need tailors. Even worse, he had been a tailor for over forty years and remembered the time when people actually wanted a custom tai-lored suit of clothes. He would make suits for the business men. He made suits for kids graduating high school. These days, most of his work involved letting out pants for people who needed to go to a funeral but they had gotten fatter since the last time they wore them. He had sold his store; he would move to Florida and take it easy. He had found a place ..read more

Next war meeting we held was in castle's other courtyard. Lankensy, Seirialia, Fyregeld, Jakan and I arrived there. Taking seats at a larger rectangular table, the other heroes of the Riven War are here and the castle commanders. We place our material onto the table and which are part of the meeting. It is mostly reports of undead army movements and few sightings of possibly high value targets involved with this crisis on the undead side. Took seats first, then the castle commanders and Fyregeld laid down on a good spot to see everything on the table and lastly, Jakan and I took seats. Salgi ..read more

“Deadly Attractor” (TOC) by P. Orin Zack [2003]   Chapter Eight   … Thursday: Los Angeles … Despite all the chatter around him, Frank spent most of the ride to court trying to wake up. Uncomfortable in the crowded bus, he reached into his pocket and unfolded the note that Mara had left him.   Frank, Alex called this afternoon and convinced me to visit the family. Pegwin will be staying with my folks while we’re out exploring. We’re likely to be away from a com, so don’t bother calling unless it’s important. If you’re bored, you might want to read that book you mentioned. Mara ..read more