Love
Crumpled Paper. Top Story - July 2026.
They say you never see a stranger’s face in your dreams. That every face you see in your dreams is someone stored in your subconscious. The woman at the grocery store sniffing the tomatoes last week, the kindly old man behind the counter who snuck you a free cookie at the bakery when you were five, the guy dancing in the background for three quarters of a second in a minor scene of your favorite movie.
By Amos Glade2 months ago in Fiction
Elephant in the Room
They sat at a booth in the back of the pizza parlor. He twirled the golden cross around his neck; she twisted the mood ring on her right hand. He watched a football game on the TV above her head, and she kept her bright gray eyes on the wolf tattoo on his bicep. The past few weeks since she had met him, she loved to watch the ink canine stare back at her with golden eyes that showed no judgment. It brought her comfort.
By Stephanie Hoogstad2 months ago in Fiction
The Forest of Eden
“And from his rib a woman was born. In that moment Adam – the father of all – had found his true companion, and it is this moment that declares something grand for the rest of humanity.” Father stood tall amidst the kneeling crowd - a few dozen figures with bowed heads all listening intently to the honey filled words of Father. “Marriage, a most wonderful covenant!” His voice became low once more so that the multitude of ears needed to lean in further, to soak in the joyous proclamation.
By caitodoesstuff2 months ago in Fiction
The Letter Behind the Clock. AI-Generated.
AI-Generated Content Disclosure: This story was written with the help of Claude (Anthropic) The letter was tucked so far behind the old mantel clock that Nora almost missed it — and she would have, if her hand hadn’t slipped while dusting. It was not addressed to her. But the name on the front stopped her cold: it was her own handwriting.
By 10min Stories2 months ago in Fiction
Shadows of Lure
I was found here, swimming giddily amongst the blue-grey panels that surrounded me, my feet sinking into the grey as though succumbed by rough sea waters. I was drowning, amongst the loud silence, reaching for the Shiraz wine bottle to scull and numb my hectic mind. In peaks of time, against the saturation of outside nightclub chaos, I blocked my mind from the noise, sitting cross legged with my hollow guitar and tapping deeply into its soul. Its reverberations assured me that I wasn't the only one seeking a rhythm beyond the predictable paved streets and noise of the city. I craved a warmth that pricked me at times in my aching heart, sparking its urgency deeply within my soul.
By Susan L. Marshall2 months ago in Fiction
The Author
The desk was cluttered with scattered notes and a laptop displaying a blinking cursor. Violet had her chin in her hands as she stared at the white screen, her mind was racing with a sudden spark of inspiration. She'd spent months trying to write her first romance novel, but today, the image of her ideal hero had finally solidified inside of her mind.
By Sara Wilson2 months ago in Fiction
This Is How It Ends...
The summer sun glinted off her mocha-brown skin and highlighted the streaks of red and gold in her hair. Her smile was wild and infectious. I lay out on the towel, feeling the flecks of water evaporate off me in the heat, and watch her playing endlessly with her golden retriever in the water.
By Leah Suzanne Dewey2 months ago in Fiction
A very messy bed
It was the lowest point of my life. Out on the streets, nowhere to stay, nowhere to go, nothing to my name but a bottle of Stolichnaya I had lifted from the convenience store on the corner. The only thing to keep me warm on a cold night out in the city.
By Raymond G Taylor2 months ago in Fiction
The Trip
Mac spent time with me every day. He was so mindful of me and knew how deeply I was still in love with him, after all our years together. Our affection had endured for many years. We met in college and were inseparable. We went to grad school together and were never apart. Our love was the subject of many conversations. The soulmate bond we shared was something I had always been aware of. He felt it from the first day we met, and he still did. It was hard to explain how it felt. I couldn't even remember whether I found him or he found me. Mac and I were just meant to be together. Nothing else ever seemed to get in the way of that.
By Alexandra Grant2 months ago in Fiction
WHEN FIRE BECAME CLAY
Hell had grown old around him. Its first fires no longer roared. They listened. They had learned the shape of his silence. They had learned the weight of his footsteps. They had learned that when Lucifer sat upon the black throne and said nothing, whole kingdoms trembled in the memory of Heaven.
By Alejandro Arango2 months ago in Fiction
