Short Story
The Sand Clock That Stopped On Thursday. AI-Generated.
"First, let's agree on one rule: there is no time. What you are reading now might have happened yesterday, or will happen tomorrow, or perhaps it is happening the moment you close your eyes. The story does not follow a straight path; rather, it breathes and twists like blue smoke."
By elhacene benmami11 months ago in Fiction
The Door That Wasn't a Door
The key to the thirteenth floor was heavier than the others. It was an old, skeleton-key thing, iron and tarnished, attached to my janitorial ring with a separate, sturdy chain. My boss, a man named Mr. Henderson who smelled of stale coffee and resignation, had handed it to me on my first night with one instruction: “Sweep the hall. Do not, under any circumstances, open any of the doors. Especially not 13A. The locksmith is coming next week to change the lot.”
By Habibullah11 months ago in Fiction
Revelation 17:4. Winner in Through the Keyhole Challenge.
I wasn’t meaning to spy. But I didn’t want to get into trouble either. I have bad dreams. I went to look for Sister Angelica or Sister Sarah, even though I’m too scared to tell them I’m scared. Sister Angelica says that we who serve God need not be afraid, but I’m not afraid of God. Probably I’m lucky they didn’t find me first. I only looked through the keyhole to know they were there. Only Sister Angelica was there though, and Father O’Connell.
By Hannah Moore11 months ago in Fiction
The Recluse
I sit in the closet with the skeletons. It’s dark here. Grayscale. A single candle lights the room—a flame that I’ve been trying to snuff out for years, but it keeps coming back, like a trick candle on a birthday cake, its only purpose to remind me that I’ve spent another year smothering my dreams. Each time I blow it out, it takes longer and longer to return.
By Aura Starling11 months ago in Fiction
The Last Train Home (A Short Story About Life Choices and Second Chances)
Sometimes life changes in the quietest moments not with fireworks, but with a late train and a stranger’s gentle smile. This story is about choices the ones we almost make, the ones we run from, and the ones that wait for us no matter how long it takes to return.
By Zeenat Chauhan11 months ago in Fiction
The Forest That Remembered Her Name
They say the forest remembers those who truly believe in magic. Once, it remembered me. I was just a girl who talked to stars and whispered my dreams to fireflies. I believed that trees could listen, and that the moon had secrets it only told those who stayed up late enough to hear them.
By fairy girl11 months ago in Fiction
Renaissance Room
I was an old man by the time I returned to the house, long after the war had emptied its lungs and fallen quiet. The stairwell leaned as if age were a weight it could no longer disguise. Still, the shape of my childhood waited for me at the top floor, patient as only the past can be.
By Hyde Wunderli 11 months ago in Fiction
The Spirit Box (6)
Chapter 6: The Snake from Heavens Gate I hadn’t even left for work yet when tragedy struck the office. As the early morning light seeped through the windows of the police station, a sudden explosion rocked the building. The night shift officers, not yet clocked out and minutes before their shift ended, scrambled to their feet and drew their weapons as a group of white-clad covered figures stormed into the station, firing shots into the air and throwing smoke bombs while humming chants.
By Alex H Mittelman 11 months ago in Fiction
