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The Love Thief. Top Story - August 2025.
As the sun lies down to sleep, figures dance across green fields dotted with daffodils. Twisting and turning, they meet in the evening’s cool breeze. Staring into each other’s eyes, they feel the weight of the universe bear down on their hearts. The shaking in their knees makes them shiver in the summer air. They enter each other without care as they stare into each other’s souls. In love with each other’s drawing gaze, as time scrolls by, it turns to a haze.
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Fiction
TUS NUA - ch 22
TUS NUA – ch 22 New Beginnings – Mia and Midnight (*)(*)(*) Finola opened her portal and she and Mia were gently swallowed and transported to New York City. After stepping out of the portal, Finola said, “We have a few minutes, there’s something I need to ask.”
By Margaret Brennanabout a year ago in Fiction
The Joker’s Smile
In the heart of Gotham City, where shadows were longer than daylight and laughter was rarer than truth, there lived a man no one fully understood. His face was painted in a grin, but his soul was stitched together with scars. The world called him The Joker. He wasn’t born with green hair or a painted smile. Once, he was just another man trying to live in a city that chewed up dreamers and spat them out as broken shells. He had a wife he loved and a dream of being a comedian. But life, as Gotham often proved, was merciless. The stage never welcomed him, bills piled up, and one night of tragedy stole away the only person who believed in him. From that night, his laughter was no longer about joy. It became a mask, a weapon, and a reminder to the world that pain could be louder than silence. --- Gotham was a cruel place, filled with liars, criminals, and people pretending to be better than they were. The Joker saw through it all. “They wear masks too,” he would whisper to himself. “Only mine is honest.” Every prank, every chaotic scheme, every crime he pulled was never about money or power. It was about proving a point: that beneath their rules and order, people were fragile. One bad day could turn anyone into him. And that was the scariest part—he wasn’t completely wrong. --- One night, the Joker set his plan into motion. He filled the city with laughter—not the kind that warmed hearts, but the kind that chilled spines. Billboards were hacked to show his painted grin. Radios played his jokes on repeat. The city was unsettled, waiting for the punchline. Batman hunted him, of course. He always did. The Joker expected it. In truth, he wanted it. When they finally met in an abandoned carnival, the night was thick with tension. Broken rides creaked in the wind, and the smell of rust filled the air. The Joker stood on a carousel, spinning slowly, clapping his hands as if enjoying his own private show. “Well, Batsy,” he chuckled, “you finally made it. I was beginning to think my jokes weren’t funny anymore.” Batman’s voice cut through the shadows. “This isn’t comedy. You’ve terrified an entire city.” “Exactly!” the Joker said, his eyes flashing with madness. “Now they see it, don’t they? Their smiles are paper-thin. Their laws? Just illusions. Strip it all away, and they’re no different than me.” Batman stepped closer, his cape dragging across the dusty floor. “You’ve let your pain consume you. Instead of healing, you spread it.” For a moment, the Joker’s grin faltered. Deep inside, the man he used to be flickered like a dying candle. But the laughter returned, louder and sharper than before. “Pain is the only truth, Batsy. Laughter just makes it prettier.” --- The two clashed, as they always did. A storm of fists, shadows, and chaos. But in the end, Batman pinned the Joker against the cracked carousel. The clown’s makeup was smeared, his hair matted with sweat, yet his grin never disappeared. “Why do you keep fighting me?” Joker asked, almost whispering. “Without me, what are you? Just a lonely man in a mask.” Batman tightened his grip but said nothing. He knew the Joker’s words carried a twisted truth. They were two sides of the same coin—light and shadow, order and chaos. One could not exist without the other. The sirens grew louder as the police arrived. Batman dragged the Joker toward them. Yet even in chains, the clown laughed, his voice echoing through the carnival. “Remember this, Bats! They’ll never love you like they love me! Because deep down, everyone loves a good joke!” --- That night, Gotham City slept uneasily. Some believed the Joker was insane, others feared he was right. But one thing was certain: behind the painted smile was not just madness, but a reflection of a broken world. And in the silence of his cell, as the lights flickered and the city buzzed beyond the bars, the Joker whispered to himself: “Smile… because life is the greatest joke of all.”
By Itz stories about a year ago in Fiction
A Figment of My Imagination (Part Two)
So . . . now that I've laid out my plans for my fictional "Thompsonville" universe, those plans needed to have some flesh added to their bones. Here are some fictional details for my fictional town, which helps set a timeline, establish the geography etc etc etc
By Mark 'Ponyboy' Petersabout a year ago in Fiction
The Room I’ll Never Return To
The Story The Room I’ll Never Return To I hadn’t been back to the house in almost twenty years. The movers had already emptied most of it when I arrived, but the silence still felt heavy, like the walls were holding their breath. My parents were both gone now—Dad last winter, Mom two years before that—and the old place had been left to me.
By waseem khanabout a year ago in Fiction
Broken
Setting: Set in Rockview Michigan (I made it up, it could exist, maybe not I don't know lol) Set in Rockview Michigan a group of teenager are figuring out that life only gets harder and the best way to push through it is together. They all have their individual struggles and combined problems but they stick together no matter what.
By ShaeWritesabout a year ago in Fiction
