Short Story
Dead Man Wanted
You are seeing what is happening. They all became sick and were falling all around us. You seem shocked. You run towards the door and act like you are sick. You want to escape this celebration, but it has turned into a nightmare. You notice the others enjoying themselves, then go slack and lethargic. Their forms slowly pass out, turning cold right before your eyes. You look around to see if it is just you and check whether anyone else is alive. You search while acting sick, as if the poison is taking longer. You walk through the other rooms with the same result until you find another person playing sick. He is walking around the room and notices you. You greet him, then run off into another room as if you were both sick. You pull the fake vaccine ID from your pocket, and he pulls out his fake ID. You look at him and realize the others really took that shot.
By Sarah Danaherabout a month ago in Fiction
Almost Done
Gorman Reach had had enough. He couldn't remember how many times today he'd been knocked down and had his face pushed against something nobody would want their face pushed against. "It was more than once, I'll tell you that," he thought. And that was once more than he felt necessary. Gorman Reach is a ghoul and being such, doesn't feel pain in the same way a human does, but discomfort and humiliation are feelings universally shared. And right now, he was feeling an inordinate amount of both.
By Adam Diehlabout a month ago in Fiction
A Dyad of Dunces. Top Story - October 2026.
It had been six days since two kingdoms fell around them. The Lady and the Brute could only listen from their cell within the castle walls as opposing armies ripped each other to pieces. The invasion came swiftly, whereas the moans of the dying lasted far too long after the battle was finished.
By John Dodgeabout a month ago in Fiction
THE UNINVITED TABLE
You know a house is occupied when the lights are on. That is the first thing you think when you turn into the driveway. The Bellweather House has been dark for forty-two years, vacant since October 17, 1984. You know this because the county records say so; because other realtors have tried to sell it and failed. You know it because every photograph in the listing shows the same dead windows, sagging porch, weeds climbing through cracks in the driveway.
By E. Brooksieabout a month ago in Fiction
No Man's Land. Top Story - October 2026.
You will enter no man's land. A siren call from a foreign nation will beckon to you. But you will fear it. Neptunian escapism will try to comfort you, all to no avail. "I'm scared about what will happen to me after you die," you will tell your friend.
By ANTICHRIST SUPERSTARabout a month ago in Fiction
Desert Deluge
Red mud is caked to the bottom of your boots. Above the sky has broken open abruptly and dumped all of its fury onto your head. In the distance you can see a break in the clouds. The glow of struggling sun beams over the jagged walls of the canyon you foolishly entered. If you could just reach the top of the cliff then you could stand in the light again.
By Andrea L Smithabout a month ago in Fiction
The Journal in the Dark
You push the heavy portal open, the latch clicking softly beneath your hand, and realize you’ve walked where you never meant to go. Inside this restricted archive, you notice the towering shelves of leather bound notebooks stretching toward vaulted timber ceilings, creating a vast maze of forgotten corporate history. Your shoes click sharply against polished marble tiles, echoing through the cavernous hall as you realize this wing belongs exclusively to senior directors and corporate auditors. You draw your arms closer to your body, feeling a sudden spike of panic because security guards patrol these areas every twenty minutes.
By Tim Carmichaelabout a month ago in Fiction
