Stories
- The table
The lounge smelled of stale beer and takeaway pizza, the air thick with the hum of the Xbox and the low chatter of mates kicking back. Jordan, the youngest of the three brothers at... - Lunch is on you.
Josh stepped out his front door making sure it was locked. A routine he went though almost every day. Matt’s voice, sharp and commanding, cut through the quiet suburban street. “Where you going?” he... - Dedicated Nothing
I’d been sold so many times I’d lost the thread of my own history, passed from owner to owner like a dull blade, each transaction carving away another piece of me. My name, my... - The Call of the Sole
Ethan was 23, a wiry kid with a mop of dark hair and a restless energy that never quite settled. He worked at a coffee shop downtown, the kind of place where the air... - The Desk Pact
The morning mist clung to Cardiff’s streets as Josh’s battered Land Rover rumbled toward Scott’s office. Josh, a 32-year-old ex-army Brit with a broad frame and a few tattoos—regimental crests and a faded Union... - The Shrink Ray Misadventure
Tyrone and Josh had been inseparable since their college days, bonded over late-night study sessions, pickup basketball games, and a shared passion for pushing boundaries. Tyrone, a fit African American with a sharp mind... - The Sleeping Bag Throne
The neon sign outside Josh’s motel flickered, casting a pinkish glow through the thin curtains of Room 12. The place was a budget dive on the edge of Bristol, all peeling wallpaper and the... - The Dust and the Dance
The sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving a bruised purple sky smeared with streaks of orange. The air was thick with the dry, earthy scent of summer, the kind that clung to your... - I’m a super hero.
The sun was dipping low over the wheat fields of Dunmere, painting the sky in streaks of orange and pink. Derick, nineteen and brimming with reckless confidence, stood with his three best mates—Tommo, Baz,... - It’s only ten minutes.
The clock hits 6:58 p.m., and my heart’s already pounding. I’m on my back, head inches from the front door, the cold floor biting through my shirt. Shawn’s coming, and he expects me like...