Fiction
Boxed In: Trapped in the Dark
I was drifting through a dream of peaceful nothingness. The kind of comfortable sleep reserved for vacations and lazy Sunday mornings. A cool breeze ruffled over my shoulders and beckoned to me. I rolled over to snuggle in closer to Ryan to soak in his body heat but he no longer was there. I sat up to look for him, but my eyes wouldn't open. As though sewn shut, the lids refused to budge. I tried to call for him, but my mouth wouldn't open, my lips stuck together. I have had this nightmare before, in the in-between moments when sleep refuses to loosen its grip on me. That's all this is….
By A. J. Schoenfeldabout a year ago in Chapters
The Reflection Room
The Reflection Room by haris khan The first time Noah saw the mirror, it didn’t reflect him at all. He had been dared by two classmates to sneak into the abandoned south wing of Carter High, a part of the building sealed off since a fire years ago. The hallways smelled of mold and old paint. Locker doors hung crooked on their hinges, and crumpled pages of forgotten yearbooks littered the floors. But the room at the end of the corridor—the one behind the warped double doors—was untouched.
By Muhammad Haris khan afridiabout a year ago in Chapters
Mambang ~ Animistic Spirit
In Malay animistic traditions, before the rise of religions, the world was teeming with spirits known as Mambang. These were not demons, nor were they mere ghosts. They were elemental, celestial, and deeply revered—guardians of places, thresholds, and emotions.
By Black Vanillaabout a year ago in Chapters
Businesswoman Chapter 193
In the middle of the summer, Loreen listened about Santa Claus. “These tariffs are going to upset Christmas,” Ferdinand Sanchez yelped. He owned Go Start Toy Co. He looked put together for his fifty-three years. Across his desk, Loreen sat in a plum business suit with a golden broach. She felt like her tongue was clued to her mouth. She wanted to hear him speak.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Chapters
To Return, Remember
“Where do you think you’re headed?” asked a burly voice from behind Steph. Where did this monstrosity come from? Steph wondered, turning to see a minotaur lumbering toward them from the direction they’d just come. There were no other doors, no hidden paths—at least, none Steph could see. But in this place, what did visibility really mean?
By Lillianna Nightveilabout a year ago in Chapters
Ashes Beneath Hollowspire - Part 7
They stood at the edge of the forest’s breathless hush, staring at the black glass spire on the cliff beyond. The tower rose like a needle from the land’s charred bones, fractured but whole, reflecting slivers of starlight in its broken surface. It was older than Hollowspire, older than the Flamecourt, older even than the songs Elira’s ancestors once wove into stone.
By Richard Baileyabout a year ago in Chapters
