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Secrets, Roses and old Phones. . Top Story - August 2026.
I pulled up to the old family house with a heavy heart...so many memories came flooding back all at once. I shuddered as nostalgia washed over me and I was now regretting the decision to do this all on my own. But, I had kept telling myself that I needed the time to come to terms with all that had happened.
By Novel Allen17 days ago in Fiction
A Warning I Didn't Recognize
Zoe found the envelope on a Friday, wedged between a phone bill and a menu for the Greek place two blocks over. No return address. Her name in block capitals, the letters slightly too even, like someone had traced them twice to keep their hand from shaking.
By Diane Foster20 days ago in Fiction
The Eye of the Library
The scroll-keeper Senmut had worked in the Great Library for thirty years, and in all that time he had never once seen the lowest vault opened. It sat beneath the reading halls of Alexandria like a held breath, sealed with a bronze door bearing a single carved eye — wide, unblinking, rimmed with the sacred markings of Horus.
By Jeffrey Allison22 days ago in Fiction
Owlet's Day. Top Story - August 2026.
Owlet sat blinking in the early morning light, high in the cherry tree. He had been out all night - as owls are - and he was sleepy. But he wasn’t ready to head back to the Hollow yet. He’d never seen a Day. Night, yes, plenty of those. But never a Day.
By Laura DePace22 days ago in Fiction
Calling to the Wind
It had been days since he had been missing. His friends had come back but he hadn't. She'd had her reservations about letting him go but her husband had said, "Don't worry! He's a sensible kid! He'll be fine!" and she'd heard the words and accepted them, although she hadn't believed them, not in the deep of her, in her womb where he had been conceived, in her maternal instinct. She'd been wary and it was that instinct which now prodded her with spasms of nerves that jerked her into guilt and reminded her that something was very wrong.
By Rachel Deeming23 days ago in Fiction
Last call
I heard there's this place you can go and speak to someone for the last time: it's called 'Last Call.' It's a café that's just a few blocks away, no matter where you are. I've actually seen a glimpse of this place once, and even seen people sitting inside. When I try to look at the café, it disappears. They say it only shows up to those who need it most and allows you to enter when you are ready.
By Jen Phillips24 days ago in Fiction
