Detective Wallace was ravenous. The waitress with the short skirt and thunder thighs kept bringing him dish after dish. Scrambled eggs and toast. A burger and fries. Steak and eggs. Each meal was accompanied

We've had a brutally cold month during February here in most of Canada and I didn't do much outdoors. Some days couldn’t even take the dog out for a walk. Average temperatures of -20C and below. March

Drops of red rain hit black pavement sounding like a loose snare drum. George watched the rain dance on a metal ledge outside his apartment’s window. The red was easily explained. Blood. The blood of Earth

I once loved him, now he’s strewn about in pieces. Fragments in my mind. I sip a latte and the listen to the chatter and clinks and clangs of the coffeeshop. We used to come here. I gulp the rest of the

If you love writing stories then this contest is for you! Write a one paragraph story about the image pictured above. Be creative, think outside of the box and follow the listed rules! Hello writers and

We finished judging the writing prompts week 2 entries. The theme was first tinder date, this one was tricky but I had a lot of good entries. I received 11 entries this week, quite a bit less than the

In the spirit of Curie's mission to promote undiscovered but exceptional content, we wish to use this twice-weekly section to provide an author showcase for some of the outstanding authors who received

The motion of Zoe’s right thumb swiping left on her phone had become mechanical. So many weirdos, creeps and losers on tinder. Then, she saw him. His cool blue eyes pierced hers from behind the phone’s

“Children are meant to be seen, not heard,” grandpa barked. Andy stopped yelling. His eyes narrowed on grandfather’s mean mug. For the rest of the day, he played quietly. After dinner, grandpa had coffee.

Roland’s white horse clip-clopped on the forest path. A dying sun shone through leaves as dusk enveloped the trees. The smell of pine and earth surrounded him. He heard rustling in a bush. He reined in

Gertrude took off her reading glasses and massaged the bridge of her nose. She pushed aside boring paperwork and got up. She went down to the basement. A black cauldron sat empty. An old broomstick teetered

Seth gripped the black tape on the baseball bat, wound up, and with as much force as possible hit the side of a pumpkin with a violent thud. Three orange pieces dislodged and sailed through the air. His

The 24 hour short story challenge (But you'll get a little more time than that...)  I am fascinated by science fiction writer Harlan Ellison writing short stories in a book store window.  He

A child shrieks and runs down the sidewalk. Herald smiles and pats Nancy’s head. Cobwebs, bats, and skeletons litter the yard. They really outdid themselves this year. “I love you, pumpkin,” Herald says.

Red and blue lights flash. A cop car in hot pursuit of a yellow dump truck. The truck slams into a wall. Robbers slinging bags of stolen cash and Tommy guns spill out. “Blam! Blam!” Gun blasts. A shriek

[Photo by @nubellorona, edited by @cizzo] Clyde clamped his fist shut around a silver pocket watch. He wound up and hurled it against the wall. It exploded into pieces—a spring here, a second-hand there,

Jerry released the cup of coffee. It plummeted to the linoleum floor. Batman, his cat, startled by the loud crash jumped up and scurried out of the kitchen. “Goddamn it,” Jerry muttered and went to get

Ted slammed his fist on the desk. “I can’t believe my post only got a few measly pennies. And that shitty shitpost got that much? Bastardly bid-bots! Comparison is the thief of joy but I just can’t help

Ian flings his balled fist against the kid’s jaw. A sickening crunch of cartilage and bone. He tightens his fingers and swings again. He stands over the kid that has taunted him for years. Tears roll down

Frank climbed the prison fence. He draped his coat over the barbwire and leapt down. In the forest, dog barks pierced through the trees. He ran far and swam a river towards freedom. A cottage—lights on.