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THE ASHMOOR LEGACY(The Final Chapter)
The voice in his head was no longer a whisper. It was a cancer, a psychic tumor metastasizing through his thoughts, rewriting his own memories with its cold, ancient will. The Source in the subterranean chamber pulsed with a sickening, oily, greenish-black light, its heartbeat a wet, thudding sound that Liam felt in his teeth. Its tendrils, no longer tentative, crept across the cold stone floor towards him, like the probing antennae of some abyssal insect.
By Wellova 12 months ago in Fiction
The Spirit Box (10). Content Warning.
Chapter 10: The Kidnapping As I walked into Chief's office, I noticed he was upset, and also had a small, ornate box on his desk. "Is that what I think it is?" I asked, intrigued.
By Alex H Mittelman 12 months ago in Fiction
The Big, Beautiful Deal
“You take our spaceship back home,” the commanding lookalike said. Elon arched a brow. “What about you?” he asked. “What about when the Earth’s resources run out?”
By Stephanie Hoogstad12 months ago in Fiction
The Pumpkin Spice Protest
The first leaf of autumn hadn't even hit the pavement before the world went mad. Pumpkin spice lattes, pumpkin spice candles, pumpkin spice dog treats. To Agatha, owner of The Crusty Loaf bakery, it was an assault on the very dignity of the season. Autumn was for robust sourdough, for apple-cinnamon scones with real diced apple, for hearty rye breads. It was not, she declared to her empty shop, for "flavoring perfectly good coffee with what tastes like a candle shop fire."
By Habibullah12 months ago in Fiction
THE ASHMOOR LEGACY
The condensation from that single, desperate word—RUN—was gone. It faded from the glass, but not from our minds. It felt like we’d all breathed in a shard of ice. The pretense of civility, the polite fiction that we were just a dysfunctional family sorting out an inheritance, shattered. We weren't rivals anymore. We were rats in our ancestor's maze.
By Wellova 12 months ago in Fiction
The Spirit Box (9). Content Warning.
Chapter 9: Home Grown Terrorists I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Al Kapa-kai, a new group, had managed to blow up a building in downtown Los Angeles.
By Alex H Mittelman 12 months ago in Fiction
The Archives. Top Story - October 2025.
The Archives Walking to her post she noticed her manager shuffling through papers. “What’s wrong?” She asked. The stern stare in her manager’s eyes made her forget she showed interest. Her boss has always been a hardcore man, when he walked you can tell he was going somewhere important. When he talked you can tell he meant business. He was always dressed and had a significant amount of respect throughout the company. He was mean but in the right way, a way that earned him the title of boss. Lately, she has noticed this has been disorganized, and she strolled in today to see what was going on, his desk was messy, he didn’t smile like his usual self, and he smelled like he hadn’t showered in weeks.
By Charelle Landers12 months ago in Fiction
The Spirit Box (8). Content Warning.
Chapter 8: The woman I used to call my wife. “You know, Emily, I never thought I'd say this, but I'm impressed," I said, leaning against the wall of Emily's cubicle. "Trying to be a better person takes morals, and I’m honestly surprised you've got 'em. You’re usually so unscrupulous!"
By Alex H Mittelman 12 months ago in Fiction
The Return of Elon
“How did you…?” “I was never on the rocket,” Elon said. “I figured you would sabotage it, so I made it look like I was on there.”
By Stephanie Hoogstad12 months ago in Fiction
The Magical World That Stole the Senses
Long ago, there existed a strange and wondrous realm known as Tilism-e-Hoshruba — a land where mountains floated in the air, rivers changed their colors,
By hamad khan12 months ago in Fiction
Mindless; Chapter 18
I pick at the food on my plate, eyes flickering towards Eren every now and then. He sits across from me at the table, but he hasn't stopped staring into space since I started picking at my food. He hasn’t said much either.
By Katarzyna Crevan12 months ago in Fiction
THE ASHMOOR LEGACY (Part 2)
Start writing...Dawn didn't break; it leaked. A pale, sickly grey light infiltrated the floor-to-ceiling windows, feeling greasy and cold. It did little to dispel the shadows that clung like dark mould to the sharp, brutalist corners of Ashmoor Hall. The house, by day, felt even more oppressive—a silent, concrete tomb waiting for night to fall again.
By Wellova 12 months ago in Fiction