Adventure
21 Days of Damage
HE had a few days off from stressful, physically and emotionally demanding work. It was 21 days to be exact, and he counted every second of it. Just a short break in-between work contract - something he never did before. Looking back, he didn’t realize how it would alter his whole life, and definitely something he would never do again. But the money was good, the work was flowing with adrenaline and hardship, so the break was well deserved.
By Vincent Palmer 7 months ago in Fiction
Advanced Left
I am in the advanced left lane, closest to the curb. Hands gripping the steering wheel. I’m late. Scanning the intersection, waiting for the light to show the green arrow—advanced left. I’m gambling; it might not show the advanced left at all. I need to make this turn.
By Vincent Palmer 7 months ago in Fiction
The Manuscript Beneath the Monastery
I have long resisted telling this story—not because it lacks proof, but because the proof itself should never be uncovered again. Yet time has a way of eroding fear, and memory demands a voice. What I am about to recount is not invention, nor drunken folklore whispered in candlelit taverns. It is something I witnessed, something that followed me long after I fled the mountains of Transylvania.
By Gaurav Gupta7 months ago in Fiction
Fandom
I. Usually, I’m not a morning person. I tend to exhaust myself during the day, and I need to get some sleep in the night in order to perform well the following day. That’s even more important when you’re a superhero like me. Your body not only uses more energy and power, especially in battles against evil, than those of mortal people, but it also requires more energy and power to sustain itself on a daily basis.
By David Perlmutter7 months ago in Fiction
The Prince
I am always fascinated by myths and fairy tales of different nations as they reflect the people's important memories and cultural beliefs. Since I am in Georgia-Sakartvelo now, I wanted to present a marque fairy tale from this land, rich in ancient oral and folk tradition.
By Lana V Lynx7 months ago in Fiction
Above From Below: Part 3
Above From Below Part I, Part 2 Rick needed a drink, and Mac’s place was as secure as anywhere he and the mysterious Major Kohl could have some privacy and get out of the rain. There was a commitment in her eyes. She had a purpose for being there. Rick needed to know what was so important that she’d hunt him down to tell it to him instead of appearing at the office. They clearly had to have been watching for him to leave the building.
By Jason Morton7 months ago in Fiction
The Malfunctioning Time Machine Part One. Content Warning.
PART ONE The Malfunctioning Time Machine Opening Prose: When the Marble Remembered the Century The revolving doors exhaled her into the lobby like a secret the building had been holding too long.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 7 months ago in Fiction
Dasher Diligence
Murphy is awakened by his “Bad to the Bone” alarm clock on his phone so he can start his day. “Oh wow I got a major headache. I probably shouldn’t have ate all that junk food last night, but what can I say? It was Friday night and I wanted something cheap and greasy. It ain’t my fault that Chinese food hits so good after a long Friday’s work. Needless to say, my arms and legs feel heavy like weights have been tied to my limbs so every time I move I feel a jolt of pain.”
By Joe Patterson7 months ago in Fiction
The Fae King. Top Story - March 2026.
It began with a girl. Black-haired and sweet and gone too soon. It is the way of mortals to die, of course. Most pass within a few decades, unless they can be tempted away to fairyland and persuaded to stay there. Even then, mortals live only as long as they can go without visits to friends or family that allow time and the weight of years to catch up to them.
By Natasja Rose7 months ago in Fiction
The Tragic Tale of Jedfrey Mulligan. Content Warning.
Jedfrey Mulligan stood 6’8’’ in his stocking feet and weighed a good 280 pounds on a good day. Once he won a race at the county fair, running a quarter mile - it was a horse race. The county fair discontinued the eating contests, as did each of the towns all around, because he could outeat anyone within 250 miles. He could lay a man out flat with one swing from his mighty left fist and perform a hundred-fifty pull-ups with his right arm. He could lift a wagon and change the wheel and axle without aid, and once lifted his neighbor's ox and carried it home, over two miles away.
By Mother Combs7 months ago in Fiction
