Short Story

Where the Forest meets the Sea. Content Warning.
Stitch Series — Bane Akani You don’t belong here. But you came anyway. Russia is not the place for a man like you to disappear in. Plain and simple.
By Syl De'Vil5 days ago in Fiction
The Wheel in January
Jo Calloway woke before dawn because her old dog wouldn't settle, pacing the hall and scratching at the door like something outside had called his name. She pulled on her coat over her nightclothes, grumbling the whole way down, and when she opened the door the cold hit her like a slap, sharp enough to sting her eyes. That was when she saw the glow coming from the square, three streets over, painting the low clouds the color of a peach.
By Nolan Reed5 days ago in Fiction
🍂The Shepherd of Lost Women
Before The Reckoning 🍂Blackwater’s a small town, but living here makes it feel so big. The long gravel roads, the stretched-out land that expands as wide as the sky ‘bove it. My home sits in the far corner of Blackwater Road. My long gravel driveway disappears between two walls of pine and oak. Not easily seen, secluded from neighbors and peaceful enough to walk bare naked in your yard. A two-story blue home with lavender ridges, and other hues of purple on the edges of the house. A wide, light-blue porch, a nice size garage and a shed separated from my home. It’s lavender, like the ridges. Girly, I guess but my dad allowed my mom to do what she wanted with the place. He was sweet like that. 🍂
By Nala5 days ago in Fiction
Winter Peaches
The crunch of the snow underfoot always reminded her of childhood. Even in this place. The middle of a crowded street. Walking swiftly to nowhere in particular. She saw the determination on the faces of those she passed. Desperate to get somewhere warm. She felt that same desperation but had no hope of finding solace. There was no warmth waiting for her at home. Because there was no home.
By Raine Fielder5 days ago in Fiction
The October Vortex. Content Warning.
Dreams are doorways, and tonight one opens in the middle of Beaver Pond. October shouldn’t have sounded like this. Beaver Pond buzzed with cicadas — that thick, electric hum that only happened on the hottest days of summer. Crickets layered beneath them, frantic and constant, like the forest was vibrating. The air hung heavy, wet, pressing against Sara’s skin like a fever.
By Syl De'Vil5 days ago in Fiction
Some Kind Of Crazy
It was a record hot summer that year Seemed everyday was a hundred or more The sun would rise blazing in a sky crystal clear
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden6 days ago in Fiction
The Attic. Top Story - September 2026.
The roof mice watched out of the little dormer window in the attic with growing excitement. Blue balloons were tied to the jolly scarecrow on the front lawn, bobbing gaily in the light fall breeze. A banner hung over the front door welcoming guests and a steady stream of visitors entered the house, each carrying baskets and gift bags in pretty pastel shades. A paunchy man huffed and puffed as he brought in a 5 ft stuffed giraffe wearing a satin bow. An older lady in a lilac two piece wheeled in a stroller festooned in curly ribbons. The mice from the dining room scampered upstairs to boast of all the delectable treats spread out on the table – jello and cakes, all manner of cheeses and cold cuts and fruit salads. They planned to sneak down later that night to see what morsels might remain for them to nibble on. Party days were always feast days for the mice.
By Angel Whelan6 days ago in Fiction
Scenes from a Beach
Most people Jen knew marked the passage of the years in Christmases or birthdays. But for some reason, she’d always found it more appropriate to mark hers in Independence Days. After all, it was cold at Christmas time, a time to celebrate inside because it was too frozen outside to do anything else. And on birthdays, you really just got older.
By Shannon Hilson6 days ago in Fiction
Not Today. Top Story - September 2026.
Stopping in front of the store doors, Paige checked inside her purse. Her paranoia calmed once Paige saw that her wallet was still in her purse. She smiled slightly as she grabbed the door handle. Only for the smile to disappear once the thought appeared that her credit card was not in the wallet. Even though she knew that shouldn’t be the case, Paige sighed as she let go of the door and opened her wallet. She felt relieved yet annoyed at her anxiety when she saw that her credit card was exactly where it should be.
By Rebecca Patton6 days ago in Fiction
CONVERGENCE
The arena was packed, and the atmosphere was electric. A muffled thump went unnoticed, drowned out by the music. A few people glanced briefly in the direction of the sound, but everyone was caught up in the momentum of dancing and singing along with the band onstage.
By Erin Walker6 days ago in Fiction
Jagged Little Pills And Cinderella Illusions
you located the weakness and casually opened the door leaving everyone speechless, like you'd been here before standing there, in the doorway, you simply let yourself in
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden6 days ago in Fiction
Gork and Slarb...Forever?
Gitfangula is a very strange place. As a planet, orbiting between the ancient worlds of Marnus and Minuous, it lives in a particular harmony with its past that many other planets and galaxies would envy and resent…if they ever managed to find it. The thing is…Gitfangula cannot be found by conventional ships that rely on anything besides timegates. This is one of the reasons why Gitfangula has been so peaceful for such a long time. The only conflicts come from within. All citizens of that orb have an instant psychic connection and can immediately detect when things do not seem stable, or if there happens to be a disturbance near one of their portals. But, since these types of disturbances were so rare, no citizen of Gitfangula ever worried about such things. It was clear that any problem within the nation and planetoids nearby were internal. No one could be blamed for the problems they faced in their relationships, their homes, their working lives…
By Kendall Defoe 6 days ago in Fiction