Young Adult

The Film That Never Ends
Posted by u/ProjectionGuy94 – 4 months ago I’ve been a projectionist for a decade. Old-school — real film, not digital. I’ve worked in the same small-town theater since I was 23. There’s something peaceful about it: the hum of the machines, the rhythmic clatter of reels spinning, the flicker of light through celluloid. It’s like the heartbeat of the building.
By V-Ink Stories3 months ago in Fiction
Carols of the Damned
The Saint Cecilia Choir had seen better days. Once the pride of the town, their performances now drew only a handful of listeners. The director, Margaret Hensley, a once-renowned soprano, refused to let the choir fade into obscurity. “We just need something special,” she insisted. “Something that will remind people why they loved us.”
By V-Ink Stories3 months ago in Fiction
Saint Nicholas' Last Ride
The snow fell in ashen flakes, the sky above a perpetual gray that mirrored the despair of the world below. In the year 2147, Christmas was a relic, outlawed decades earlier by the Council of Unity. Declared a source of division and greed, the holiday and its traditions were erased from history books. But whispers of rebellion persisted—quiet murmurs of a time when people gathered, when joy and giving weren’t crimes.
By V-Ink Stories3 months ago in Fiction
Gift of Wrath
The holiday party was in full swing, with laughter and the hum of festive music filling the air. Emily, the office manager, had outdone herself this year. A crackling fire, garlands draped across every surface, and a massive Christmas tree glittering with golden ornaments dominated the room. In the corner, the Secret Santa table overflowed with wrapped gifts.
By V-Ink Stories3 months ago in Fiction
How I Stopped Overthinking and Finally Started Taking Action (And How You Can Too)
Overthinking used to paralyze me. I’d spend hours, days, sometimes even weeks, thinking about what I should do, how I should do it, and when to do it.
By Aman Saxena3 months ago in Fiction
The Static Hour #4
Yongkang walked out of the cinema. The afternoon sun beat down on the street, heat shimmering faintly on the flagstones. The air was dry and thick.
By Water&Well&Page3 months ago in Fiction
When Darkness Taught Me to See
The Night Everything Went Black I still remember the exact moment the world went dark. Not just the physical dark—the kind that creeps into a room when the power goes out—but the emotional one. The kind that settles into your chest quietly, like it has every right to stay there.
By Fazal Hadi3 months ago in Fiction
Ghosts of Summer Rain
The Memory That Wouldn’t Leave Some moments stay with you long after you think you’ve moved on. Not because they haunt you in a frightening way, but because they whisper—softly, constantly—like rain hitting a window on a quiet afternoon.
By Fazal Hadi3 months ago in Fiction
There Was Something Crawling Under My Bed
The Night Everything Changed I was twelve years old the first time I heard it— a soft rustling sound coming from the dark space beneath my bed.
By Fazal Hadi3 months ago in Fiction
𝘉𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘪𝘵𝘺’𝘴 𝘚𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴
𝘏𝘰𝘰𝘬 — 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘏𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 Sometimes the quietest places hold the loudest truths. I learned that the night I wandered into the old tunnels beneath the city—
By Fazal Hadi3 months ago in Fiction
The Smallest Guest
Eleanor had always been meticulous about her garden, even in late November when most sensible plants had given up for the season. She was deadheading the last stubborn chrysanthemums when she saw him—a tiny figure no bigger than her thumb, huddled beneath a yellowing hosta leaf.
By Autumn 3 months ago in Fiction
A Night at the Haunted House
It was a crisp winter night. The full moon hung bright in the sky with a hazy glow around it, casting an eerie light over the dark neighbourhood. Luca, Lucia, Alis, Kile, and I, Helen, stood on the street in front of the gate in the waist-high stone wall leading up the path to the worn-down house that everyone said was abandoned and haunted. It was the infamous haunted house, known for its chilling tales and ghostly sightings, things moving without reason and lights going on and off with no one in the room.
By Hermione3 months ago in Fiction