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⚽ Twelve 8-year-olds + 200mg of caffeine + one mortified coach = the best bar story you’ll hear today. Trust us, you want to hear how this ends.
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A late-night traffic stop becomes a reminder: storytelling connects us, grounds us, and makes us known. In a world of strangers, our stories are how we find our way home.
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Grant’s thoughts about purchasing the Toyota snapped away when the officer softly tapped the driver’s side window. “Hello? Can you roll down the window for me, sir?” Grant didn’t realize the young officer was standing next to his door. The lights were blinding and hypnotizing all at the same time. “Yes, sir. Absolutely.” He quickly
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Before I was old enough to read, I told stories. Imagination incubated, spit out into the world through my limited toddler vocabulary. After being taught how to read and write, the magic turned from oral stories to written stories. Now I was writing my own material, reading everything I could to get ideas, even the
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Staring right at me, I thought she would start screaming, yelling at the top of her lungs. Before you start in on me, I just want to set the record straight – I didn’t start this argument. No. Really. I didn’t. It wasn’t my fault. But then again, the guilty always have a way of
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The Missing Building concludes tonight! Paul Sullivan finally meets the ghost who’s haunted him for thirty years. Some doors, once opened, can never be closed. What price would you pay to see beyond the ordinary world? Part VII drops now. Link in comments. #fiction #mystery #serializedstory
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Ruby reveals the horrifying truth about Paul’s grandfather and his ties to TRI. It’s time for Paul to make an impossible choice, as they race through the parking garage shadows. The Missing Building is racing toward its stunning conclusion! Stay tuned for the last chapter, coming soon!
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“I’ll help you find Ruby.” The words left my mouth before I could stop them. Gracie’s hand gripped mine so tight my knuckles turned white. Johnson nodded once. “Smart choice, Mr. Sullivan.” “I have conditions.” He smiled. “Of course you do.” But some deals come with a price, one that neither of us expected.
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They practiced this dance before. We hadn’t. Three black Suburbans. No escape. Agent Johnson wants fifteen minutes to talk. Fifteen minutes to change everything. The continuation of The Missing Building by Joe Class III
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Have you ever read something on social media that made you literally sit up and take notice? “That’s demonic!” did it for me. Here’s why we need to stop calling people demonic before we know their story.
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Before I turned six, Christmas meant joy. Now it’s a reminder of what’s missing. This year something’s shifting, and I’m more than ready to experience this season differently.
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The shower didn’t help. Twenty minutes of hot water, and I still couldn’t figure out what to say to Agent Johnson. Or whoever he really was. After eight men show up at 3 AM looking for my cousin Ruby, I need answers. But when I dial the number on his business card, nothing is what…
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An impossible photograph and a woman who knows too much. A grandfather dead for thirty years, alive. Paul’s quiet retirement? It’s over.
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Nervous parents take a risk, driving to Jackson, Missouri in 1981. What starts as a five-minute chat becomes a glimpse into how a Homecomers tradition was born.
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One unexpected photograph lands on the table at Dan’s Drive-In Diner, and the building in the picture? It might not exist anymore.
Stories. Enjoy!
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