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The Storm That Never Came
We arrived at the lake of Châtrices after half a day’s hike. I let my backpack fall onto the picnic table with a thud. It felt so heavy like I was carrying rocks all day. I kicked off my shoes, and wiggled my toes until life returned into them.
By Imola Tóthabout a year ago in Fiction
The Ninth Spell Of The Sorceress
Introduction I follow The Enchanted Booklet on Facebook and am literally enchanted by many of the images that they share. I was thinking that maybe this should go into the Vocal Art Community, but it is a fictional story. Maybe I will do a piece on The Enchanted Booklet as they do find some impressive pictures to share.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Diary at Grand Central
Grand Central Station was alive with its usual symphony of footsteps, rolling suitcases, and the echo of train announcements. People rushed in every direction, their faces buried in phones or hidden beneath the collars of winter coats. Among the crowd walked Daniel, a college student with his backpack slung lazily over one shoulder. He wasn’t in a hurry; his train wouldn’t leave for another hour.
By arsalan ahmadabout a year ago in Fiction
The Meadow of Forever. AI-Generated.
The meadow stretches endlessly, a golden sea of daisies swaying in a rhythm that feels made for me. The sky above is the softest blue, a canvas so pure it looks untouched by storms. The air is light and warm, carrying a sweetness like honey on the wind.
By Alicia Leneaabout a year ago in Fiction
The Secret Behind the Mask . Content Warning. AI-Generated.
Was she my hero, hidden behind a mask, trying her whole life to shield me from the truth? I don’t know. The years are like a faded tapestry, its threads unraveling but never revealing the full picture. My mother had wrapped her life in layers of ordinary routine, yet it carried the scent of something unspoken—nostalgia, pain, and a secret heavy as a stone around my neck.
By Elira Valenor(Aya Chilikova)about a year ago in Fiction
Night Thing. Honorable Mention in The Shape of the Thing Challenge. Top Story - August 2025.
Chasing the light; ventured too far into the night. Thump-thump, each foot landing heavy. Thump-thump, each heart beat tight in my chest. Keep running, go faster; ravenous teeth right behind, taloned shadows reaching closer to slice and shred. Screaming wind and choking dark: eager, awaiting to pull me apart. Right foot, left foot, one more, one more! Can’t see, keep going, don’t fall down….” “Mommy!”
By Jessica McGlaughlinabout a year ago in Fiction
The Silent Helper. AI-Generated.
In the narrow lanes of an old neighborhood, where life moved slowly and neighbors knew each other’s stories, there lived a widow named Shabana. She was in her late forties, with lines of worry etched across her face and eyes that often carried a distant sadness. After losing her husband to illness, Shabana found herself alone with two children to raise. Life had never been easy, but widowhood turned survival into a daily struggle.
By Muhammad Hussainabout a year ago in Fiction
POV. Content Warning.
You're sitting up late at night, scrolling online as you wait for a message from one of your contacts... You're the daughter of the Mafia king, and a high-level operative for him. Unfortunately that means you've come into contact fairly frequently with one of the hottest guys you've ever seen, but the problem is that he's your father's enemy despite his youth.
By ThatOne_Girlabout a year ago in Fiction
Frenemies. Content Warning.
She smiled, her teeth glinting in the light of the single incandescent bulb hanging from the center of the cell’s ceiling. She stood just on the edge of the light, her hands in the pockets of her long black trench coat, just staring at me.
By ThatOne_Girlabout a year ago in Fiction
