Fiction
Specter of La Sirene del Crescente. Top Story - July 2025.
I rubbed the inky residue off the tip of my finger with a napkin and pursed my lip casually. The commission was done, but something seemed missing – and I knew it was more than the absence of my artist signature in the right-hand bottom corner. I narrowed my eyes and continued to peer at the image I’d created – the morphing edges of grey, black, and white somehow seeming to shift across the page as I stared back at it.
By Sai Marie Johnsonabout a year ago in Chapters
If You're Reading This Chapter 1
Journal Entry #1 Seven Stupid Silent Days I don’t know what I’m doing. I’ve never written things down before. Not like this. Maybe a couple old passwords or something, but never this. I thought it might help. Help me stay strong, help me find her, help me with something… anything. I’m struggling. My moms been gone for seven days — seven stupid, silent days. The one person I always turned to for everything just vanished, and I have no clue what to do about it.
By Brionna :)about a year ago in Chapters
Businesswoman Chapter 207
Cool air acted as a relief. It flowed throughout Loreen’s enclosed golf cart. The August sun blazed with an intensity to scorch any plant, animal, or human. Equipped with a filtration system, the cart permitted no allergens to enter the space.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Chapters
Dead Man's Playlist: Chapter 7. Content Warning.
The city looked different coming back. Not bigger or smaller. Just...duller. Like someone had turned the saturation down on everything. The neon signs she used to find charming buzzed too loud. The sidewalks felt sticky. Everything smelled like bus brakes and too many people pretending to be somewhere else.
By Aspen Nobleabout a year ago in Chapters
Dead Man's Playlist: Chapter 6
The next morning was thick with fog. Junie stood on the porch, blanket over her shoulders, coffee in hand, and watched the trees disappear into soft gray nothing. The lake was a pale blur. The birds were quiet, and even the wind seemed cautious. She hadn't played a record yet. She hadn't written in her journal either.
By Aspen Nobleabout a year ago in Chapters
Somebody's Someone - Chapter One
The story between Yennia and Khand is marked by emotional complexity and quiet heartbreak. What began as a friendship gradually evolved into a situationship characterized by one-sided devotion, blurred boundaries, and unspoken love that lingered for years. Khand's deep affection for Yennia was steady and unwavering, while Yennia leaned on him not out of romantic desire, but for comfort, support, and escape. This connection, both painful and persistent, revealed itself in cycles of closeness and distance, apologies and silence, always simmering beneath the surface of something that was almost, but never quite more.
By Neshzivne Dadirriabout a year ago in Chapters
Businesswoman Chapter 206
Styluses passed around the room. In the hands of Entrepreneur Paul, Lisa and Loreen, they held their fortunes in riches and their futures. Surges of energy coursed through their bones. Crackling with delight, they relished the projected figures made real by their signature on the dotted lines.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Chapters
Chapter 1
January 12th 2015 As I lay in the hospital bed listening to the whir of machinery responsible for keeping me alive, I couldn’t help but wonder, why would god program our bodies to register this much pain? I was unable to open my eyes yet but one didn’t need to open their eyes to register pain.
By Siobhan McSweeneyabout a year ago in Chapters
Songs of the Silver Wizard
COMPENDIUM “The thing about dangerous friends is that they are dangerous, even if they are your friends.” Flames licked the air, dancing like tendrils of smoke that still carried the warmth of the fire. Thaddeus slammed his staff into the ground, and the courtyard shuddered as the wall of water met the unholy bonfire.
By Matthew J. Frommabout a year ago in Chapters
Potty Powers
I wake up and roll over with a grunt, reaching for my phone on the side table. I know you’re supposed to let your eyes adjust to daylight before shoving a screen in your face, but I can’t help it. I check for notifications… There aren’t any. I open the dating app: no matches. I try to swipe, but I’m locked out until I am granted new swipes in twelve hours. I check the time, it’s 11 a.m. I haven’t slept this much since my depression.
By Simon Georgeabout a year ago in Chapters
