Short Story
No Crying Over Spilt Romance
Oh, you’re a hand-shaker? Well, nice to meet you. I’m Nancy, your narrator. Don’t worry, I know about narrative structure. I majored in English Literature (minored in Women’s Studies) then went on to do an MBA in Marketing, which is all about getting the story right.
By Rachel Robbins14 days ago in Fiction
Blood on the Carpet
“Your blood is getting on the carpet,” she said. “Oh, I’ll clean that up,” I said. I went and got the mop and started to clean it up. I could hardly stand but the handle helped hold me up. I cleaned it up and put a new bandage on the wound.
By Raine Fielder14 days ago in Fiction
At 2:14, the Earth Listens
The first time Mara noticed the hour, she assumed it was coincidence. 2:14 a.m. The clock on her bedside table glowed that soft, watery green that feels almost alive in a dark room. She had rolled over half-asleep, arm searching for Elias out of habit, and instead of warm skin she found cold sheets and the faint dip of where his body had been moments before.
By Lawrence Lease14 days ago in Fiction
The Chronos Key. AI-Generated.
Ethan had a knack for finding treasures in the mundane. Most people saw dusty junk at Mrs. Gable’s annual garage sale; Ethan saw potential. This year, his eye landed on a tarnished brass pocket watch, nestled between a chipped ceramic cat and a stack of yellowed National Geographics. It was heavy, intricately engraved with gears and suns and moons, and utterly silent. No tick, no hum.
By Alicia Lenea14 days ago in Fiction
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 Szabo14 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 gregerson14 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 Writes14 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 Shames14 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 Red14 days ago in Fiction
