Horror
Vivace. Top Story - September 2026.
Clouds churned on the horizon, a deep slate veil over the vibrant blue sky. In hours those clouds would consume the southern horizon. A young girl peeked through a hole in the turret wall, where a boulder had smashed through long ago. She wore a hardened leather outfit crafted by her father, an older cordwainer who once made armor for the armies of the old kingdom.
By Casey Whiteabout a month ago in Fiction
Day 22
Although this is over a day and a half later, I stayed in the cavern for 30 fucking hours; the last seven were me sleeping, so I'm showing up now. Keep in mind that’s what I was told, as feeling well rested is not an experience I’m familiar with, now or ever. I woke alone on one of those cots in that eight-by-ten-foot bedroom/workshop. A light shone from the ladder hole, one that fucked with my migraine personally; it must be hell. The feeling that I could piss a new waste system in this cavern, outside of the hole I watered the first tree that was remotely at the top of a slope to get the least as possible on my bare feet. The sun was attacking me with solar lemon juice, so that was more out of my piss-outside-etiquette than I could concern myself with. Not that I could see at the start of my eyes adjusting, but this was a jaw-dropping sight to behold of the swamp glowing to life in a flurry of insects and birds bursting into the sky for the hunt. My frontal male nudity may or may not have been part of the shock for the others. However, once I regained my vision, my quest for the missing 30 hours began, not due to the nudity but— “What the shit happened to my god damn arm?! Bandaged like my stroking out trigger their stroking.”
By Willem Indigoabout a month ago in Fiction
Blackberries
Blackberries For forty years, the brambles at the edge of Blackwood Farm served as a natural barrier. They were dense, razor-sharp, and yielded the sweetest, deepest purple fruit in the valley. Local bakers paid premium prices for Silas’s harvest. But this August, the crop was too heavy. The branches sagged under the weight of clusters so dark they were almost black.
By Alyson Smith about a month ago in Fiction
Nothing To Lose Part 5
The office was quiet. Several of the investigators were at their desks. The only noises were the occasional sounds of phones ringing. Outside his office window, it was raining harder than Jonas had ever seen. He could barely see the squad cars parked in the open lot it came down so furiously. Sitting there, staring at the rain, he was deep in thought. He remembered the Great Flood of the 1990s, and similarities were there.
By Jason Mortonabout a month ago in Fiction
Plane Crash
The passengers screamed wildly, as the plane shook violently. The lights went out as lighting struck, and the plane overturned in midair. Jack panicked as he tried to grab the yoke, in an attempt to get some control of the plane, and land it safely; but the yoke had stopped working.
By Carol Ann Townendabout a month ago in Fiction
