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Into the Void
Sara dreamed of the ocean the way she remembered it as a kid — cold, gray, endless, the kind of water that didn’t sparkle so much as brood. In the dream, she stood at the shoreline with her boots sinking slowly into wet sand, the tide tugging at her laces like it wanted her to step closer.
By Syl De'Villess than a minute ago in Fiction
"You Are Here...?"
"The roar of the twin V-twin engines isn’t just something you hear; it is a violent, rhythmic thumping vibrating directly inside your ribcage. Your fingers are white-knuckled, cramping as you clutch the cold metal frame of the choppers. Your boots are wedged precariously between two massive Harley-Davidsons flying down a deserted desert highway in a terrifyingly tight formation under a surreal full moon.
By Vicky 'A' Blevins Reavisabout 9 hours ago in Fiction
High Tea For Werewolves
High Tea For Werewolves The shift began at the emotional level before mutating your physical form. It was subtle at first; a sudden, sharp intolerance to indoor lights, a heavy pressure behind your brow. It became too dark to read the books on your shelf. The text blurred into meaningless shapes, leaving you unable to decipher what you yourself were about to become.
By Alyson Smith a day ago in Fiction
Changing roles through AI: When a beach picture flips the perspective
The scene on the picture is at first look very simple, but visually shocking. A woman is lying in her bikinis on a beach bed near a luxury pool, she is sunbathing, laughing and enjoying a hot summer day. Next to her stands a man. He is covered from head to toe in a thick black niqab, and you can see only his eyes.
By Lenka Čihařováa day ago in Fiction
The Space Station Toilet Plumber
"Why could you not have kept your bloody mouth shut? As if it wasn’t bad enough that Commander Graham’s blood globules were floating around the equipment lock—courtesy of you accidentally smacking him in the face after a misjudged high five—you then had to go and volunteer through your own guilt to perform the spacewalk yourself. Idiot!
By Simon Aylward2 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'Vil2 days ago in Fiction
SMART Friendship. Top Story - October 2026.
Work and life were one for Sylvia. The assertive Personnel Manager had the same inane habits in person. She believed precision-clinical precision- solved problems: structured feedback, precise documentation and SMART — specific, measurable, achievable, relevant and time-bound outcomes.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin2 days ago in Fiction
An Adventure in Succinctness: A Four-story Micro Fiction Collection
Introduction to a New Genre Once upon a time in the late 90s, I picked up a book that had a profound influence on me. It was a short anthology with a tad over 100 pages. However, within the book there were 101 stories that were 56 words in length, but each carried the impact of a full-length novel. In addition, they ran the gamut of being funny, sad or terrifying.
By Dean Traylor4 days ago in Fiction
