It’s Not the End of the World The pool water felt cool, the soft lapping probably the last sound I’d ever hear. It was okay. I’d had a good run. We all had. The horizon blossomed as a second sun seemed to descend. If the estimates were right, the shock wave would hit in ten…
Category: Drama
Candy From a Baby
This story is written as a response to the Muse on Monday writing prompt for August 4, 2025: Write a story from the antagonist’s point of view. Candy From a Baby “I don’t feel good.” I glanced over at my daughter Amber in the passenger seat. Her eyes were closed, and she was sweating. “Your blood…
Tea Minutes Left
This story is written as a response to the Muse on Monday writing prompt for July 14, 2025: Write a story about coffee or tea or another hot drink. Tea Minutes Left How long did a cup of tea last? Mike had never considered it before. In truth, he almost never remembered the actual drinking of the…
This Familiar, Alien Air
This Familiar, Alien Air The air here smells familiar now, which means I’m forgetting my home planet. It’s been decades since I crash-landed on this world. The inhabitants were initially wary but respectful. Their language is subtle, but I get by. I live in this ruined castle I found, adding bits of technology I salvaged…
DailyArt
DailyArt I don’t remember when I got my DailyArt™. It’s an electronic picture frame with a subscription: every morning when I wake up, a never-before-seen picture greets me. They started out cheerful but soon the colors darkened, and the shapes hinted at tragic things. Then this morning I woke up to a single scrawled word….
It’s Crazy, I Know
It’s Crazy, I Know Don’t bother telling me, I know it’s crazy. I saw her once for three seconds two weeks ago as my train passed. She was wearing overalls, and as I passed, she was reaching up to the branch of a tree. Her village doesn’t have a station. I figured out the name…
Tuesday Night at the Bliss & Blah
Tuesday Night at the Bliss & Blah She sat down purposefully at the bar. The bartender glanced over. “What’ll it be?” “A shot of melancholy.” He raised an eyebrow. “Straight? We’ve got a cocktail that mixes melancholy, nostalgia and wistfulness, with a dash of hope.” “Straight. With a remorse chaser.” “Geez, you’re really looking for…
The Bus Stop
The Bus Stop The Mare Nectaris line bus was late, again. Jac kept his helmet’s visor opaque, watched a video playing on the internal display. He hated waiting at the bus stop alone, especially when the bus was late. Space was big, of course, but in practical, human terms, Space was small and cramped. Space…
Dark Sustenance
Dark Sustenance He ate the Pop-Tarts first. They were easy to identify by the feel of the foil wrapped squares. After some time (a day? a week?) they were gone and he was hungry again. He tried eating uncooked rice, but it hurt his stomach, and he lay in agonized blackness and strained to hear…
Sibyl Park
Sibyl Park Everyone knew you could find the know-chicks in Sibyl Park, usually after midnight. “What do you want?” a voice said from a bench. Hoodie, pink hair, pale face illuminated by her phone screen. “I need to know something.” She made a well, duh gesture but still didn’t look up. “What job would make…
The Green-Walled Treehouse 