Fiction

Yes, You!. Top Story - October 2026.

Hey, you! Yes, you, reading on that device. This is all about you. For now. You may have thought you were about to read a piece of fiction – but is it?

Broken Mirror. Top Story - October 2026.

The lights are on, and you stare at yourself in the mirror, still and soft is the curve of your cheeks. Chubby, but they manage to stay clear, now and through the growing years of your teens. You never pick at your skin, though there are some blemishes that naturally come as years trek on.

Two Black Cats, a Man and a Crow. . Top Story - October 2026.

There is a full moon out tonight, the streets are luminescent, newly washed by the cleansing rain. Tall stately lamp posts cast their barely perceptible shadows upon the night.

The Odds Of Justice. Top Story - October 2026.

Clara sat under the swinging lamp, hand on her belly. Cold seemed to emanate from the concrete walls and the steel table. She had no idea who might be staring at her from the other side of the two-way mirror. It was the safest she had felt in days.

Into the Valley. Top Story - October 2026.

You wake up, belly down, in warm, pale yellow sand. With a cough, you raise your head, wiping grains from the sides of your lips like froth from some drink you wish you had.

It’s Not Me It’s Him. Top Story - October 2026.

The ever-changing scenery scrolls by your drowsy eyes as you gaze out a window. The gentle rocking from side to side of the train carriage only adds to the overall listlessness your body is feeling. Travelling by train is an unusual experience for you, only occurring when your journeys take you across the pond. These trips have become more frequent as the political climate continues to change around the globe, and your particular skill set is in greater demand.

just us. Top Story - October 2026.

you didn't do anything when your neighbors attended the protests, and you had deadlines to meet. you didn't do anything — nothing wrong, nothing right — nothing at all. you stayed home, and you wrote the story in full. you didn't pause or take a break to answer the susurrous streets; the march route passed your south-facing study. you peeked toward the distorted chanting through your closed and locked window. you watched a few others from your building pour onto hard concrete and fall into line. but you returned diligently to work. "a story doesn't write itself," you told yourself. "you know that." but work didn't come as easily as it had before. you know, before you heard the fading cries of your would-be comrades. no, your mind wandered steadily, led by the last words you could make out:

The Extra Mile. Top Story - October 2026.

You get up on a day that really should be left alone but what choice do you have? That's just life, isn't it? Getting out from under the covers when all you really want to do is huddle down and hide? How much easier that would be.

The Perfect Sacrifice

Wrong Door

The Perfect Sacrifice

Why Sudden Love Now?

It's Up to You as Nondescript Teen Detective

You are here and it is here

Red Wine

Alice in the Matrix. AI-Generated.