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Future Disguise
How does a dream that’s interpreted as a miracle become a nightmare in reality? A question that Ruemaq had in mind when his eyes shot wide open. His skin was extremely slippery and the bed allowed his body to crease itself into a puddle. Ruemaq rested his hand on his forehead. “What is up with the heat today?!”
By Devond Devoeabout 5 hours ago in Fiction
Through And Beyond Smoke
If it’s one thing Jyllmon hates, is driving through the road in extreme darkness. To him, it felt like a horror movie where he had no idea what’s to come. It could be a random deer dashing through the streets, or a helpless woman being chased through the woods, or just simply a broken down car.
By Devond Devoe3 days ago in Fiction
Pernicious With A Purpose
“Olawdry, are you coming to bed yet?” Mairlz called from the bedroom. Olawdry was staring at himself in the mirror pulling down the bags underneath his red eyes. “Yes, sweetie. I’m coming.” He responded tiresome. He hit the light switch, shut the door behind him, and walked over to his side of bed where he could see the moonlight outside the window.
By Devond Devoe4 days ago in Fiction
Christmas Until Further Notice
I love Christmas. I should probably say that first. I love the smell of cinnamon and cloves, the ridiculous amount of food, the old songs everyone claims to be tired of but somehow still knows by heart. I love candles in windows, lights on houses, evergreen branches over doorways, and the moment when ordinary rooms become warmer simply because someone has hung a string of golden lights across them.
By Dagmar Goeschick4 days ago in Fiction
Silken Inheritance
Stood on the steps, I pushed my leather-gloved hand to lightly knock on the door but as the cowhide met the hard grain surface, the dark of a hallway revealed itself to me. As the light behind me tried in vain to illuminate the path ahead, I could see little else aside from a shadowy couple of doors and a staircase. Dust danced and swayed in the breeze as the autumn morning sun caught it.
By Paul Stewart5 days ago in Fiction
Glitter
Alan awoke, e ntombed in a heap of twisted and crushed metal, shattered glass, and leaking fluids. He felt no pain and assumed nothing in his body was broken. The only movable things were his eyelids and his lips; everything else- legs, arms, hands, neck- was shackled securely in place. The moon and stars were his only sources of light, but they offered no warmth or solace. Bitter cold forced its way into Alan’s makeshift tomb, causing his fingers and toes to tingle and begin to go numb. All he could do was lie there and unreasonably hope that someone would come to his rescue.
By Mark Gagnon5 days ago in Fiction
The Rocking Chair Rocked Back and Forth. Top Story - September 2026.
I can’t remember if I told you, but I was kind of raised by my great aunt Helena. I had parents that loved and cared about me; they wanted to give me a life they didn’t have growing up which meant sacrificing some of their time for day jobs. This meant that they weren’t about to pass up free day care.
By Amos Glade6 days ago in Fiction
