Short Story
[Theater Reddit] The Vanishing Guest
I work the closing shift at a medium-sized theater in my hometown — nothing fancy, nothing haunted (at least, that’s what I thought). I’m mostly on concessions, which means I deal with the usual late-night weirdos: teens trying to sneak into R-rated stuff, couples who think no one can see them making out behind the Icee machine, that kind of thing.
By V-Ink Stories10 months ago in Fiction
[Theater Reddit] Update: The Vanishing Guest
Didn’t think I’d be posting again, but something happened last night that I can’t shake. For the past week, the register’s been quiet — no tickets, no midnight receipts. I figured whatever glitch was happening finally stopped. I even joked with the janitor that our “ghost customer” must’ve found a better theater.
By V-Ink Stories10 months ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 4
Sara had taken the time to rest, letting her body adjust to the strange new balance of her stats. The ache in her leg was still there, but she could feel the network humming faintly inside her, spores knitting strength into her frame. She wasn’t healed, not yet, but she was steadier. And steadier meant ready to hunt.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)10 months ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 3
Sara limped forward, each step a reminder of the Mauler’s bite tearing at her leg. The silver-threaded bat doubled as a cane, its weight steadying her as she pushed deeper into the jungle. Retreat wasn’t an option. Behind her lay only blood and broken branches. Ahead, perhaps, shelter.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)10 months ago in Fiction
A Vignette of Neglect. Honorable Mention in The Forgotten Room Challenge.
I've been avoiding this place, the touch of the ghosts echoing across my hidden skin. I pull my sleeves down further and hold the bunched cuffs in my fists. My neck wishes for a scarf as the still air threatens unconsented kisses and promises a chill that'll never leave.
By Emma K. Weir10 months ago in Fiction
The Room That Remembered Me
The Room That Remembered Me The house had been silent for so long that even my footsteps felt wrong, like I was waking something that had been asleep for years. Dust curled around my ankles as I walked the narrow hallway, past doors that opened easily, past rooms that had learned to live without attention. One door—that door—waited at the end, holding its breath the same way I had for two decades.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Fiction
The Time the Land Forgot My Voice
The Time the Land Forgot My Voice. There was a time, far back in the quiet stretch of memory, when the land still carried my voice as though it were a part of its own heartbeat. I can almost feel it if I close my eyes long enough. A world where the fields breathed kindly, where the skies were steady, where the wind arrived like an old friend and not a warning. The seasons followed gentle paths back then, never rushing forward, never pushing too hard. They simply moved in harmony with the people who lived beneath them.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Fiction
