Short Story
Choose Your Own Adventure: St Helena Station . Top Story - February 2026.
*****Preface***** I have been obsessed with Choose Your Own Adventure stories since I was a kid. I credit them with my love of reading and writing. I've been struggling to get my own kids to embrace words the same way I have but they love video games and our occasional Dungeon's and Dragon's game... which gave me an idea. I'll write an interactive story. So far its working; my middle son loves it and can't wait for the next section to come out.
By Sandor Szabo11 days ago in Fiction
The Sixth Seed
No one remembers who counted the seeds. They remember the number, of course. They always remember the number. Six. Sometimes four, sometimes seven, depending on who is telling it and how much time has passed since hunger became allegory. But the counting itself—the moment when a mouth closed, when sweetness broke, when something irrevocable happened—that part is never given a witness.
By shallon gregerson11 days ago in Fiction
When the City Forgot the Stars
The city never truly slept. It only pretended to rest between waves of noise and light. Neon signs pulsed like artificial heartbeats, flooding every street with color. Giant billboards promised happiness in bold fonts and perfect smiles. Cars rushed past like they were late for something important. And above it all, the sky stood silent, empty, stripped of its stars.
By Salman Writes11 days ago in Fiction
Self-Recovery
I was supposed to know better. I have never believed in this stuff before… but before me I felt a resonance emanating from that clump of crystals. Seriously? Crystals? Even as hauntingly blue and purple as these. Even with the inexplicable way they gleamed, shimmery metallic off the edges.
By Gabriel Shames11 days ago in Fiction
Stories Before a Wedding, or The Happily Ever After of Cinderella. Top Story - February 2026.
Cinderella had always dreamt of marrying a prince. She had dreamt of nothing else since she was a small girl. Now, however, as the Prince’s wife of three days, she had to admit that the reality was not as she had dreamt it to be.
By Dionearia Red11 days ago in Fiction
Marshall's Observations
Marshall watched seagulls and crows playing in the wind among pink-tinted cloud beds that slowly turned gray as the sun hung at the sea's horizon. He used his iPhone to focus on the reflections in the water and snapped a photo. He liked the result; it showed a butterscotch sun sitting on the water below a pink cloud, with the ferry in the foreground.
By Andrea Corwin 11 days ago in Fiction
Born To Run
He watched the embers waltz skyward with the campfire tendrils, mixing and twisting until they all faded to black. Despite the warmth of the evening, he felt a shiver run through his shoulders that felt so much older than the candles at last weekend's birthday party indicated. While he appreciated everyone’s attendance, he stole every glance at the clock, counting down the moments until they left and he could depart.
By Matthew J. Fromm11 days ago in Fiction







