Series
Or Another Kind Altogether—Part 1
Marilyn didn't want to stay. She felt fine. She understood everyone's concern—being missing a week—but she also knew she was unharmed. After three days of blood tests and psychiatric questionnaires, she was ready to storm out without permission. She was an adult, after all.
By Gerard DiLeoabout a year ago in Fiction
The Whispering Woods . Content Warning.
In a small, quiet village on the outskirts of a vast and eerie forest, Lyra has always felt an unexplainable pull toward the woods. The villagers tell stories of strange occurrences—disembodied whispers, flickering lights, and shadows that move when no one is around. They warn her that the forest is cursed, a place where no one should go. Yet, despite their warnings, as dusk falls and the sky turns deep purple, a restless feeling overtakes her. Lyra gathers her courage, whispers a prayer, and steps into the forest. The instant her foot crosses the threshold, an unnatural silence envelops the air, and the trees seem to close in, their branches creaking ominously. It's as though they have been waiting for her....
By sofi kassahunabout a year ago in Fiction
The Echo of the Wormhole
Jack Winters had always been fascinated by the stars. As a scientist with an adventurous spirit, he spent countless nights observing the sky from his observatory, always hoping for a breakthrough. The thrill of discovering new things kept him motivated. He never imagined that his next big find would turn his life upside down.
By Carola Liniyaabout a year ago in Fiction
Lucinda's Diner. Content Warning.
Some things never change, becoming tourniquets of circumstance as they save and strangle. Like a Rockwell painting, freezing a single moment. The thousands of brushstrokes needed are ignored, as are the paint and canvas. All that matters is that frozen instant preserved under glass; a memory living in real time.
By K. G. Starke about a year ago in Fiction
Whispers Between Pages
In the quiet town of Everbrook, tucked between cobblestone streets and ivy-clad buildings, stood a forgotten little library — Wren’s Library. It smelled of old paper, coffee stains, and memories. Few visited now. The world outside had gotten faster, louder. But inside, the books still breathed, and the past whispered through the cracks in the wooden shelves.
By Muhammad Ibrarabout a year ago in Fiction
Under the Same Stars
Every night after work, Mia would climb up the old fire escape to the roof of her apartment building in New York City. She would sit on the ledge, hugging her knees, and look up at the endless stretch of stars. It was her escape from the noise, the loneliness, the ache of missing something — or someone — she hadn’t even met yet.
By Muhammad Ibrarabout a year ago in Fiction
