Short Story

Dearly Departed. Runner-Up in Instructions Included Challenge.
SPIRITS GUIDE TO THE HERE AFTER Effective Date: Immediate upon the cessation of pulse. The "Non Corporeal" update 1. OBJECTIVE
By Amy Brown9 months ago in Fiction
Visions of Tomorrow
Genre: Young Adult / Thriller / Supernatural Premise: A girl discovers she can see the future, but every vision comes with a dangerous cost.
By Millicent Chisom9 months ago in Fiction
Wicked. Content Warning.
The fire crackled and popped. Dad watched the fire as bobby roasted a marshmallow. Crickets chirped. Fireflies occasionally lit up their butts to let everyone know where they were.
By DJ Robbins9 months ago in Fiction
The Record Remains
This day in 1919 marks the Great Boston Molasses Flood, when a molasses storage tank burst in Boston's East End and consumed 21 lives.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin9 months ago in Fiction
The Fire In The Lake
It was winter forever. The trees were white , the ground felt like permafrost. The rivers and the streams that flowed into the lake eventually froze but we could get water to drink and to boil.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 9 months ago in Fiction
Louii And The Dog
One Afternoon, While Walking Through The Park… Louii Found A Little Dog. The Dog Was Roaming Around Without A Home… Louii Offered The Dog A Bone,
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)9 months ago in Fiction
Closed System
Dark Memoirs - Index Despite his achievements, his prowess in the field he chose to pursue a career in, you’re unlikely to have heard of him. He is nothing more than a phantom—a ghost, a shadow who was there. Once.
By Paul Stewart9 months ago in Fiction
All Procedures Functioned as Intended
Performance Review: End-of-Contract Evaluation Employee Name: Miss Emily Sanders Position: Night Attendant, Residential Support
By Courtney Jones9 months ago in Fiction
The Dead Princess's Mercy. AI-Generated.
General Wei stared at the pool of black water beneath his feet. In its reflection, he didn’t see his own battle scared face, but the faces of the three thousand men he had burned alive at the Siege of Yan. Their skin was translucent and their mouths were stitched shut with what looked like rusted wire.
By Carolyn Patton9 months ago in Fiction
The Last Message I Never Sen
I typed the message three times before deleting it for good. Each version sounded wrong in a different way. Too dramatic. Too casual. Too late. I stared at the blinking cursor like it was waiting for me to say something brave, but all I could offer was silence.
By Salman Writes9 months ago in Fiction
Pebbling
She woke to the soundless glow of her phone. It lay face down on the nightstand, but the screen had lit itself sometime before dawn, a thin bar of light leaking onto the wood. She rolled onto her side and reached for it, careful not to wake him. His breathing was steady, the shallow rise and fall of his chest familiar enough that she could tell what part of sleep he was in by sound alone.
By Jesse Lee9 months ago in Fiction
The Message That Came Too Late. AI-Generated.
Start The phone buzzed quietly on my nightstand, and I almost ignored it. Almost. Something about a notification at 2:17 a.m. feels wrong. You don’t get texts this late unless someone is drunk, desperate, or… something worse.
By Arman Malak9 months ago in Fiction