The Hidden Path The sun dipped low behind the ridge, painting the trees in honeyed light, and the group finally sprawled into their mismatched campsites like an unruly family reunion. There were six of them, all in their thirties, a mix of old college friends and their partners, each with their own quirks: Emily pouring … Read more
“Jason, What are you doing?” I hear the distant words echo down the corridor and float into my chambers. I clamber to put my hair brush I was using as a microphone down on my vanity. I was waiting for my latest sculpture to dry and indulging in a little kitchen karaoke. But that quickly … Read more
This story contains themes or mentions of physical violence, gore, or abuse. The line stretches out across a bleak breaking dawn. It should embody beginnings and life, but instead, to me, it has become a herald of preternatural death. When I lived, I imagined death to ride in on a dark horse or a black … Read more
The day already felt to Noah like he was stumbling around in a dark forest. The more he tried to find his way out, the more lost he became. He kept replaying every mistake, every harsh word from his past, until his chest ached from the weight of it. In the rearview mirror, he saw … Read more
The blank page glared at Clara, a pristine white desert mocking her completely empty mind. For the fifth time that hour, she squeezed the bridge of her nose, a familiar headache blooming behind her eyes. The digital pen felt alien in her hand, a useless stick. She was an illustrator, a creator of whimsical worlds … Read more