Horror
Interrogating The Talamascan
Daylight turned rosy-colored and dusky across what was once one of the most beautifully expansive horizons imaginable. There may never again be such a sight, now that it's gone. How something so mammoth that stood the test of time for so many centuries could change so much, none of us knows. But soon, you won't have to worry.
By Jason Morton8 days ago in Fiction
The Extra Mile. Top Story - October 2026.
You get up on a day that really should be left alone but what choice do you have? That's just life, isn't it? Getting out from under the covers when all you really want to do is huddle down and hide? How much easier that would be.
By Rachel Deeming8 days ago in Fiction
Stitch: The lore of Sara Foxgrave.
Sara didn’t even know why she went out there that morning. She told herself it was just curiosity, just wanting to see how far the construction crew had gotten on the new house, but really it was because she hadn’t come back here since she returned. Not once. The old willow tree still hunched over the hill like it was guarding Lake Downing, its branches rattling in the cold wind, whispering the same secrets they used to whisper when she and Birdi climbed it and pretended they were queens of the whole damn world. The lake hadn’t changed at all. But she had. It felt smaller now, or maybe she did.
By Syl De'Vil8 days ago in Fiction
" Dead Air...? ". AI-Generated.
The Frequency of Flesh The dashboard clock of Big Moma 109 blinked midnight, casting a sickly green glow over Duke’s knuckles as he gripped the steering wheel. Outside, the Texas blacktop was swallowed by a torrential downpour, the headlights barely cutting through the sheets of rain.
By Vicky 'A' Blevins Reavis8 days ago in Fiction
"Dead Air"
The Frequency of Flesh The dashboard clock of Big Moma 109 blinked midnight, casting a sickly green glow over Duke’s knuckles as he gripped the steering wheel. Outside, the Texas blacktop was swallowed by a torrential downpour, the headlights barely cutting through the sheets of rain.
By Vicky 'A' Blevins Reavis8 days ago in Fiction
The Wolf Beneath the Moon
Sixteen-year-old Noah Carter had always believed that Blackwood was an ordinary town. It had a high school, a grocery store, a football field, and the same quiet streets where everyone seemed to know everyone else. But there was one place nobody talked about—the forest beyond the old bridge. According to the stories, people who entered the forest after midnight sometimes disappeared. Noah never believed those stories until the night he heard his name whispered from somewhere deep among the trees.
By Mashud M Alfoyez 8 days ago in Fiction
