Horror
How to Succeed at the Benson Directory®. Runner-Up in Instructions Included Challenge. Top Story - January 2026.
Congratulations and welcome to the Benson Directory® employee #22391! As our newest call handler, you will have the privilege of speaking with dozens of unique and interesting people on a daily basis as well as the opportunity to earn bonuses for high performance. Contained within this handbook you will find a set of ease to follow instructions designed to help you settle in to your new role and begin paving the way to success.
By S. A. Crawfordabout a month ago in Fiction
Welcome to the Teddy Bear Division. Content Warning.
Welcome to the Teddy Bear Division, Since I won’t be there to tell you all of this in person, I’ll state the obvious: this primer introduces general guidelines. No one of any significance will critique you. No one will reprimand any action you take. Only you can decide what is necessary and imperative at any moment, in any situation. As long as you do your job, you will face no real backlash here. You have carte blanche. You are a ghost. In this light: relax, and have fun.
By Philip Canterburyabout a month ago in Fiction
How to Become a Werewolf. Honorable Mention in Instructions Included Challenge.
Thank you for choosing Lycan Brands for your life alteration. WARNING: Side effects of becoming a werewolf may include: bloodlust; drowsiness; insomnia; increased appetite; nausea and decreased appetite caused by overeating; supernatural strength; intermittent and inexplicable aches and pains; itchiness and rash. Do not proceed if you are allergic to becoming a werewolf, or have vasovagal syncope related to the sight of blood (sudden drop in blood pressure resulting in loss of consciousness), or if you are nursing, pregnant, or may become pregnant.
By Ophelia Keane Braedenabout a month ago in Fiction
The Hollow Hunt
Every year, the small town of Willowcreek hosted its beloved Easter egg hunt in the sprawling meadow near the woods. Families would gather, baskets in hand, to search for the brightly colored eggs hidden among the grass and trees. It was a cherished tradition, a wholesome event that brought the community together. But this year, something was different.
By V-Ink Storiesabout a month ago in Fiction
Resurrection Sunday
The bell of St. Catherina’s Chapel rang out over the town of Black Hollow, its mournful toll cutting through the crisp Easter morning. The sound sent shivers down the spines of the townsfolk, who hurried to the chapel with lowered heads and heavy hearts. Easter was no time for joy in Black Hollow. It was a time of reckoning.
By V-Ink Storiesabout a month ago in Fiction
Nightmare Navigation
Dressing room maze. Where is the exit? Room ✇- bad man, mirror mannequin. He’s looking into the mirror and through me. Keep moving. Lost. Lost. I wish this was a dream. This is a dream. Why can’t I get this tag off my wrist? Black tag. Call ⧫⌘⌘. “Hello?” Static, mumble. “Hello?” Don’t call here again. Keep moving. Shit- Room ◉ again. Stop. Stifled breaths. Choking. Gurgling. Wake up!
By Bride of Soundabout a month ago in Fiction
Mundane Microwave Instructions
A microwave oven has become such a mundane object in everyone's life that we at Microwave Global Inc. feel that instructions for its use are not needed. Nonetheless, every day we continue receiving reports of mishaps and accident legal claims involving microwaves.
By Lana V Lynxabout a month ago in Fiction
The Growl Only I Could Hear
My town was the sort where nothing happened. Law enforcement was bored, and as a result, parking tickets were pretty common. It was the sort of town where the only skatepark didn’t have anything more interesting than a half-pipe, and not more than six feet at that. It didn’t even have walls. And it was right across from a horse pasture, with an old folks’ home a block up and the elementary school a block down.
By ThatOne_Girlabout a month ago in Fiction
THE PLACE THAT REMEMBERS. Runner-Up in Mismatch Challenge.
They hadn’t seen each other like this in years—not all together, not without weddings or funerals as an excuse. Mid-twenties, edging into their thirties. Old enough to have jobs and habits. Young enough to still talk about high school like it was a country they once lived in and barely escaped.
By Tifani Power about a month ago in Fiction
