Short Story

Still Standing
There was a season in her life when quitting felt logical. Not dramatic. Not emotional. Just… practical. She was tired in the kind of way sleep doesn’t fix.
By Anita17 days ago in Fiction
The Brightness
By the time Cara reached her locker, the light had already arrived. It was rising through the floor in a slow, deliberate sheet, a pale brightness that behaved less like illumination and more like weather. Not harsh. Not blinding. Just there, pressing gently upward, filling the hallway from the ground like something patient and inevitable. It softened the edges of everything it touched. Lockers. Shoes. The thin layer of dust that never quite disappeared, no matter how often the cleaners came through.
By Emilie Turner17 days ago in Fiction
Ma's Handy Work
Pa used to spend the mornings out in the field, hiding his flask under his thick mustache, and his evenings reaping the consequences as he’d stumble about, crushing the budding sprouts.
By Kera Hollow17 days ago in Fiction
Two Stories About Family And Life. AI-Generated.
The article is AI-generated by ChatGPT. I learned how to measure time in smaller pieces after the divorce. Minutes until the school bus arrived.
By Jenny 17 days ago in Fiction
I Did Everything Right. It Still Wasn’t Enough.. AI-Generated.
This article was generated by AI and by Chat-GPT. Part 1 I followed every rule they gave me. I showed up early. I stayed late. I answered emails on weekends and smiled in meetings I didn’t need to attend. I never complained—not out loud, anyway. I believed that if I did everything right, things would eventually work out.
By Jenny 17 days ago in Fiction
The Weight of Blood - Part 1/2
“We know it's one of you.” The nameless guard's voice cut through the stale air of the dark cavern seconds after storming into the underground tavern. He wore a traditional black long coat with dark green zigzag patterns running vertically, as was custom for a Solazor Guard, but with three dark brown lapels on his right shoulder marking him as the Captain.
By Liam Storm17 days ago in Fiction
ABC in a story
A. At dawn the keeper opens the log. He writes the date. He checks the sky. He checks the lamp. The light is off because day has come. The rule says this is correct.
By Chxse17 days ago in Fiction
The Golem
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ WRITER’S NOTE: The golem originates in Jewish folklore as a figure formed from clay and animated through sacred language. Created for necessity rather than companionship, the golem exists to protect, labor, and endure. They are believed to be emotionless.
By Jesse Lee17 days ago in Fiction
Vision of Amaya. Content Warning.
Amaya woke suddenly, the ice cold grip of early morning air ripping her out of a nightmare. All was quiet. The sun had not yet bathed the hills in its light. The birds were silent, waiting for the sunlight to reach across the world and warm their feathers. Dawn was still a couple hours away.
By Madison "Maddy" Newton17 days ago in Fiction
“The Girl Who Broke Willowford”
It's currently the summer of 1955 my name is James Hale, I live in the small town of Willowford. I work at my local diner, taking the same customers every day, receiving the same meals and life is good. It feels like every week repeats but nobody questions it, that's just how life is in Willowford. There’s a comfort to the routine, a rhythm to the days that never changes. People wave the same way, smile the same way, live the same way. Maybe that’s why I’ve never questioned it — Willowford feels safe, even when it feels strange.
By Christian Sanchez17 days ago in Fiction
Past Lives. Content Warning.
War made for odd couples. To Private Jim Mclellan, Sepp seemed a good man; better at least than some of the monsters he heard stories of deeper into the Reich. Real monsters. This Sepp almost reminded Jim of his uncle; the one from Wisconsin he met a few times at Weddings.
By Matthew J. Fromm17 days ago in Fiction
The Quiet House on Elm Street
"The clock has struck three, the coffee is cold, and the shadows are beginning to speak. Welcome back to the desk of The Night Writer, where the stories are brewed in the dark."
By The Night Writer 🌙 17 days ago in Fiction