Series

The Bracken Will Wither
What happens when the looking eye notices you? That was a question Donald Finnegan asked himself as he was transfixed, bent over the door to the old cellar of the bar, where a saline-dripping, large iris looked from side to side before focusing on him. Salt crusted the handle as a thin layer of sea mist rose from under the door. As he knew full well the door led to nothing but an old, unused storeroom and then the thick back wall of the bar, he put it down to the whisky. He fell backwards, turned away, and ignored it. Daft bastard.
By Paul Stewart5 months ago in Fiction
The Magical Cave
Once upon a time, in a small village, there lived two brothers named James and Michael. James was the elder brother, and Michael was the younger. James was greedy, selfish, and dishonest, while Michael was kind-hearted, honest, and hardworking. Their parents had passed away, leaving behind some property and valuables.
By Lena Vale5 months ago in Fiction
The Holy American Empire
The chamber of the United Nations stood silent. Delegates from every corner of the globe filled the room, their expressions taut with unease. The air itself seemed to bend under the weight of anticipation. At the center, under the seal of the world, the man who had shattered it rose from his chair.
By Logan M. Snyder5 months ago in Fiction
Three Knocks in the French Quarter
THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! A pounding at the door cut through the dim and quiet café at the corner of Decatur Street like a rusted knife. The lights were low with the CLOSED sign facing outward, but in a few hours, the café would be bustling with regulars and tourists alike. Margaux Lumiere was grateful her café dreams were a success, but these quiet moments baking pastries in the kitchen were the ones she cherished most. She had been humming along to the soft sounds of Edith Piaf as she rolled out the laminated dough for her famous croissants.
By All’s Fair in Love & Writing5 months ago in Fiction
Zoraiz and the Whisper of the Fields
Click HERE to read Episode 1. The summer days begin to stretch longer, as if the sun, too, were reluctant to leave the sky. The fields lazily bent at its heat, and Zoraiz’s world was the same goats, sheep, and Sarmad’s silent company. Still, something within him was evolving.
By Aarish5 months ago in Fiction
Zoraiz and the Whisper of the Fields
Zoraiz was twenty-three, caught in those strange years when everyone is trying to grow, to become something, to prove that their life means more than silence.
By Aarish5 months ago in Fiction
The Room With No Window – Part 4
Jonathan Hale no longer recognized himself in the mirror—or in the man who had emerged from it. Ever since the night he faced his doppelgänger behind the hidden door, his days had blurred into sleepless nights, haunted by whispers and the diary’s silent, patient watch. The pages, once brimming with threats and secrets, now lay blank, yet somehow pulsed with a presence he could feel.
By Wellova 5 months ago in Fiction
Fragments from the Veil — Chapter 4
"Can I get you anything else?" asked María, who had returned to check on us. "Would you like anything else?" I asked Kristen, hoping she would.
By Marcellus Grey5 months ago in Fiction
The Real and the Replica. AI-Generated.
The laboratory was silent, bathed in the sterile glow of white lights. Machines hummed softly, breathing artificial life into the room. Dr. **Elara Finch**, a woman in her late thirties with sharp eyes and tired hands, stood before her creation — **Ava**, the world’s first fully sentient robot.
By Bilal Mohammadi5 months ago in Fiction
TUS NUA - ch 34
TUS NUA – ch 34 New Beginnings – Mia and Midnight (*)(*)(*) “Nora, now that you’re back, would you tell me where you were and how you managed? After all, you were fifteen when you, well, when you left.”
By Margaret Brennan5 months ago in Fiction
A Day in the Life of Amy
The world outside Amy’s front door had always felt small, watchful. Today, it felt like it could finally breathe with her.
By Crystal Bowie5 months ago in Fiction
A Day in the Life of Amy
The morning light spilled across Amy’s kitchen, soft but insistent, as if urging her to stop hiding. Fiona had left hours ago after their charged confrontation, but her words lingered like an echo Amy couldn’t shake: *“Are you brave enough to stop running?”*
By Crystal Bowie5 months ago in Fiction