Satire
Death or Love. Content Warning.
Under the burning twilight of a kingdom falling into chaos, a lone warrior named Ean strode through a scarred battlefield. His eyes, filled with fierce resolve, mirrored the raw intensity of his spirit—a spirit that had chosen the honorable death of fighting for a dream over the lingering pain of love.
By Edge Alexanderabout a year ago in Fiction
Growth. Content Warning.
“So what brings you in today?” asked the doctor. “Well, the other day, while I was checking myself, I felt this lump in my right breast, and, well, I’d like to just get it looked at, checked out, y’know, make sure everything’s alright.”
By Selene Talbotabout a year ago in Fiction
Tools
Betty Miller felt the rumble in her old bones, but she felt plenty of those theses days. She ignored it and kept working. She had one of the little Roomba bots in pieces scattered across her workbench. She noticed it glitching yesterday when it brought her coffee.
By Tuesday Kuykendallabout a year ago in Fiction
The Arctic Vault
The wind screamed across the barren wasteland of ice and rock as Ethan Kade stepped off the transport plane, boots sinking into permafrost. The pilot gave him a tight nod, then took off again without a word. No one wanted to linger near the Arctic Vault—not anymore.
By Esther Sunabout a year ago in Fiction
Lemonade Skies
The first thing Ava noticed when she stepped off the bus was the smell of lemons. Not strong, not artificial — just faint enough to feel real. The kind of scent that danced through the summer breeze and reminded her of freedom, even if she hadn’t felt it in a long time.
By Esther Sunabout a year ago in Fiction
The Drawing of My Life
When I was a child, I believed that pencils held magic. Not the kind of magic that turned frogs into princes or moved mountains—but the quiet kind. The kind that turned thoughts into pictures, emotions into shapes, and silence into color. I didn’t speak much as a kid. While other children chased each other on the playground or shouted answers in class, I sat in the corner of my own world, sketching stick figures and stars on the backs of my notebooks.
By Esther Sunabout a year ago in Fiction
Mistress Nicotina and the Neo-Thule Society. Content Warning.
Goddess for Hire (3432) My name’s Anastasia, Anastasia Beaumont, my friends call me Tassy. I’m 24 and until recently I was convinced that I was a re-incarnated Second World War resistance fighter named Anna de Beauchamp.
By Edward Lockabout a year ago in Fiction











