Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Fiction.
The Girl in the Mirror
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. The silhouette was mine, but the girl staring back at me had death in her eyes. Her irises were black and her skin ghostly white. Her night gown was tattered and covered in stains. Her fingernails were torn, and her fingertips were caked in dried blood. Her reflection ricocheted off the mirrored walls of the room. She was on every side of me. I couldn't escape her stare. She stood there in silence as I was frozen in my own stance. I had nowhere to run. I could not escape her.
Dark Moon EmpirePublished 2 minutes ago in Fiction
The Power of Telepathy: A Case Study of Twin Sisters
Telepathy, the ability to communicate without the use of physical language, has been a topic of fascination for centuries. While some dismiss it as nothing more than pseudoscience, others believe it is a genuine ability that some people possess. In this case study, we explore the incredible story of twin sisters who claim to have the power of telepathy.
junaid mughalPublished 13 minutes ago in Fiction
The last chance
Sophie sat on the bench in the park, her heart pounding in her chest. She had come here to meet someone, someone who could help her turn her life around. She had hit rock bottom, lost her job, her apartment, and all her savings. She had nothing left, except the hope that this person could give her a second chance.
shahleen memonPublished 14 minutes ago in FictionThe Time Traveler
Time Traveler: Is Time Travel Possible and How Would It Work? Have you ever found yourself wondering about what life would be like in the past or in the future? Maybe you have even fantasized about time traveling and experiencing history firsthand. Time travel is a popular topic in science fiction, but is it really possible? In this article, we will explore the concept of time travel, its feasibility, and how it could potentially work.
junaid mughalPublished 29 minutes ago in Fiction
Forest of Denial
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. It was that of a forest, covered in mist. This surely was not a feature on the website for the house, but it doesn’t seem to be real. I mean, obviously it couldn’t be real. It must be some sort of picture, but I could swear that the mist was moving. I must truly be stressed if I am seeing pictures move. Now that I look at it more, it really is an amazing piece. I am not sure what made the owner place it above the bathtub though. I rented this house to get away from all of the distractions for a weekend and just relax. The bathtub in this gothic style bathroom did catch my eye on the page, but I still don’t remember seeing this picture.
Robbie NaglePublished 32 minutes ago in Fiction
Heirloom
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. Which was nothing new, to be honest. I’d been seeing this funhouse version of myself in the heirloom ever since Matthew’s death. The first time that twisted face stared back at me, my heart raced, breath went ragged and I nearly wet myself. But 3 years later, I meet that blank gaze every morning with an emotionless one of my own. I don’t know what that says about me, but it has become a weirdly comforting ritual…her blank face staring into mine.
E.N. GusslerPublished 44 minutes ago in Fiction
Fortune.
Earlier in the time, there was a young artist named Ava who had a passion for creating ravishing paintings. She spent hours in her studio every day, pouring her heart and soul into each stroke of her brush.
Kinza AhmedPublished about an hour ago in Fiction
Broken Mirror
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. Staring back at me was a figure that was a distorted version of myself. He had my eyes, but they were sunken and dark, almost like he hadn't slept in days. His skin was pale, giving a ghostly appearance, and his lips were pulled into a tight line, strained with worry. I gasped, stumbling backwards, my heart pounding in my chest as I tried to fathom what I was seeing.
Gasim Masaad AliPublished about an hour ago in FictionCareFree
Once upon a time, there was a young woman named Lily. She was carefree, always dancing to the beat of her own drum, and never worrying about tomorrow. She lived her life with a smile on her face, and her infectious laughter could brighten up anyone's day. She was happy, and nothing could bring her down.
wispo uganjaPublished about an hour ago in FictionWorld of Deception
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. The deep lines around hardened eyes added to the shadows underneath them. Weathered skin was adorned with raised, angry scars and a toughness that only came with an equally difficult life. A silver sheen glistened through otherwise brown hair that might have been beautiful on someone else. The woman who stared back at me was a cruel reminder of every horror and sin that this body had been witness to or committed.
Broken Mirror
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. The sadness that pooled in the girls’ eyes were enough to make my heart jump with empathy more so than fear.
Jacquelyn GammeyPublished about 2 hours ago in Fiction
The Unbreakable Bond: A Tale of Love and War
Amidst the clashing swords and arrows in flight, Two warriors stood, a fierce and noble sight, Arin and Kaida, with love as their might,
Muhammad AliPublished about 2 hours ago in Fiction
