Psychological
It's Always Fine Here. Honorable Mention in They Shouldnβt Have Come Here Challenge.
Moving to a new area, moving in general, is considered one of the most stressful life experiences you can put yourself through. According to statistics. Don't you just love statistics?
By Paul Stewart5 months ago in Fiction
The Guns Of May. Top Story - June 2026.
Thunder rolled in stark contrast to the deep blue sky above with its gently billowing clouds. Hirschel knew instinctively it was not thunder, but he did not know what else to describe the cannons drumming their tattoo beyond the horizon, so close and yet still so very far away.
By Matthew J. Fromm5 months ago in Fiction
SchmeΜtterling. Runner-Up in They Shouldnβt Have Come Here Challenge. Content Warning.
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By Sofae Burk5 months ago in Fiction
When Gods Fall to Summer
https://vocal.media/resources/a-transparent-look-at-vocal-challenges-and-top-stories ^inspired by this post, a prompt I left in the comment section. I do hope it will be selected as a running option in the challenges. This is my take and hopefully inspiration to others who are so inclined and want to leave their own version tagged below in the comments. Writing Prompt Idea: "When Gods Fall to Summer". Open your story with this line: "I knew something was wrong the night strangers began kneeling in my yard to pray." The summer the gods returned, they came back quietly. A storm uncovered something buried in the woods behind your house. Soon, strangers began leaving offerings at the edge of the trees. Candles were left burning on your porch steps overnight and flowers appeared along the edge of your forgotten curb. Some could be seen kneeling in your yard to pray. Others peered silently into the forest as if waiting for something to answer back. But soon, the letters began appearing. Warnings. Promises. Confessions. All written in unfamiliar handwriting. All writing to the thing behind your house. Voices whisper through the floorboards at night, inside the walls, from the dark beyond the trees. Around town, people are disappearing by the dozens and buildings are burning to the ground. Animals are found, stunned into silence. Nowhere is safe. Chaos spreads like wildfire, and it all leads back to whatever was uncovered in the woods behind your home. Is this thing beneath the Earth a fallen god, a sacred relicβlong forgotten by time, or something far-worse pretending to be holy? Let this story inspire you to create your own and see what magic you uncover in this world and the next. Thank you for reading and participating :)
By K.H. Obergfoll5 months ago in Fiction
