Short Story

Transit in New York
He had just landed in New York. Eight long hours of transit stretched ahead of him, and he had no idea where to go.He decided to wander toward the domestic terminal.
By Sashi Nepal11 months ago in Fiction
The Boy Who Lives in the Wall
"Mommy?! Mommy, wake up!" Heidi groaned and rolled over toward the small voice, wishing her dream of mai-tais on the beach and hunky cabana boys could've lasted just a little longer. It took a few seconds for her bleary eyes to adjust in the dark. The second the frightened little boy standing at her bedside came into focus, she was wide awake.
By Natalie Gray11 months ago in Fiction
Scarecrow Scare
Every year, the town held a Scarecrow Contest. Open to everyone in the town, regardless of age, all of the citizens of Lost Lake were encouraged to create a scarecrow for display on the town green. The contest opened October 1st and continued until Halloween, when the panel of judges would choose the winners. There were plenty of categories for the prizes, from Cutest to Most Colorful to Best in a variety of age-ranges, and - of course - Scariest.
By Laura DePace11 months ago in Fiction
Mother's Room
The keyhole glowed with an unforgiving darkness, Gina thought as she tried to peer through it. Or perhaps it was only the darkness filling the hall that made it so. As she stared at it, she almost believed it to be growing larger, and larger. Like a gaping mouth ready to consume her. The voices filtering through from the other side of the shadowed door only made the keyhole seem more ominous to her seven-year-old mind. And yet, she could not help but creep closer, and peer more intently through this small window to the other side.
By J.C. Winter11 months ago in Fiction
The Nursery Cam
The baby monitor glowed in the dark, a faint green light on the nightstand. Emily blinked awake to the soft static hum. She wasn’t sure what had stirred her, maybe instinct, maybe the silence.
By Farhan11 months ago in Fiction
Echoes of the Ninth Signal
The city that pulsed under neon lights, restless and alive. Steam hissing from subway grates, twisting in the glow of flickering advertisements like ghostly fingers. At 2:03 a.m., the Ninth Signal cracked across the network which was sharp, impossible, and undeniably present. Mara, who felt it before she heard it, a vibration that rattled her chest and settled into her bones. Her screen exploded into static, then stilled, revealing nothing but a black void..
By AFC11 months ago in Fiction
Moon’s Gift to the Blind Girl
Elara’s world was not dark. People called her blind, but that was their word, born from their own fear of the absence of light. Her world was built of sound and scent and texture. The rough bark of the old oak was a story of strength. The scent of rain on dry earth was a complex symphony. But the one thing that remained an abstract concept was the Moon.
By Habibullah11 months ago in Fiction
On an Evening Walk Past Oakhurst Park
One of the chief pleasures of my life is to roam familiar city streets in the autumn air. The habit began as a product of necessity. In the early days of my career, I could not afford to hire a driver for the convenience of my commute. It was no matter, for I was full of the vigor of youth and a brisk walk to the office demanded only a small fraction of my energy, and a modest commitment of my time. After establishing myself in the relevant business circles, I gained an amount of freedom to choose my mode of transport on a regular basis.
By Rebekah Conard11 months ago in Fiction
MARVEL/DC COMICS PRESENTS #9
Dr. Strange/Dr. Fate Baltimore, Maryland 1968 Doctor Stephen Strange, master of the mystic arts, woke groggily and found himself on the hardwood floor. He was for a moment unsure of his surroundings, but a sharp pain to his head and back reminded him. The room had flashing waves of energy that flickered about. It resembled the psychedelic art of the times. There was no mistaking the vast mystical forces at play before him. He saw the back of Doctor Fate. His golden cape flowing with the winds that were swirling about the room. His arms were outstretched and his golden gauntlets were crackling with golden mystic energy. There appeared to be a faint outline of an Egyptian ankh shaped by the mystic energy around them. Dr. Fate was engaged in mystic combat.
By Derrick Billups 11 months ago in Fiction
MARVEL/DC COMICS PRESENTS #8
Dr. Strange/Dr. Fate Baltimore, Maryland 1968 Dr. Stephen Strange and Kent Nelson entered the oddly cold apartment. They stepped through calm but alert. Slowly and carefully they walked through the hallway towards the stairs at the far end.
By Derrick Billups 11 months ago in Fiction
Audrey and Brandon
One afternoon on her way home from school, Audrey decided to stop by the library. She had a few hours of alone time each weekday now that her mom started a new job. It was nice to have the house to herself, but it was getting boring, so she wanted to find a new hangout place. She went to the second floor and sat down at a table to do her homework. The quiet, relaxing environment made it easy for her to focus, and before long, her work was finished.
By Leah Flesher11 months ago in Fiction
Snitches Don't Get Cuttlefishes
Silence fell. You could hear the glances being exchanged. "State your name for the court," Mr Featherstone squawked. The witness blinked.
By L.C. Schäfer11 months ago in Fiction