Short Story
The Smoke of Their Torment . Top Story - October 2025. Content Warning.
Mama, I’m so sorry. I’m so damned sorry. I tried to wash up but in this poor lamplight I can hardly tell whats ink and whats his blood. I ain’t bad, mama. I swear I aint. And I’ll always be your boy. Remember that time I caught us that whopper of a catfish. You and daddy was so proud, we was all so hungry.
By Sandor Szabo11 months ago in Fiction
Werewolves Can't be Soldiers. Top Story - October 2025.
Few on Fractallus kept a calendar of the black moon, Lefeya’s, movements—few beyond the sailors and fishermen who relied on knowledge of its tidal effects. Sailors kept a calendar of Khito —the green moon — as well. Kalbass only kept a Lafayan calendar, and he lived in the middle of the Tranquil Forest. It hung on the wall in the small but cozy cabin he had inhabited since that fateful day he and his family were mauled on the road from Paviel to Tranquilis. If he were to really think about it, which he never did, he might have come upon the cabin a few days in.
By K.B. Silver 11 months ago in Fiction
Halloween House Party (1). Content Warning.
Chapter 1: “I’m going to go get another drink” I say over the heavy punk music, my girl Cas curled in my arms, delicately painted black lips at her ear, hands resting on her hips. I feel her ass grinding up on me in the best way, skin hot and melty at the closeness.
By 𝓗. 𝓒. 𝓡𝓾𝓫𝔂11 months ago in Fiction
Defender... Or Not
Maia stood still. Unable to move. Her village was gone, destroyed to the ground. She knelt, arms trembling as she picked up the discarded bear. Covered in soot and dust, it was the last remnant that remained. Nothing was left. No homes, no roads, no people. Nothing.
By Emilie Turner11 months ago in Fiction
Book of Bella: Prologue
16 year-old Bella Rose awakens with her little sister Lily to the crack of a single gunshot splitting the still night. Heart pounding, she throws off the covers and hushes Lily to stay put. Barefoot and breathless, Bella runs to their pa’s room — and freezes.
By Norrie's Korner11 months ago in Fiction
Two Paths Converge. Honorable Mention in Parallel Lives Challenge.
Rain tapped softly against the café windows, sliding down the glass like a hushed metronome marking time. Evelyn sat with her hands wrapped around a steaming cup of coffee; soaking in the warmth, watching the storm and feeling a pressure building inside her chest. Forty-two years old, recently divorced and uncertain what her next steps might be.
By Bobi Larson11 months ago in Fiction
Black Scales III
It's amazing how much braver you can be when there isn't a fire-breathing monster nearby. Orla took a good look at the girl, who didn't look like a dragon at all. She'd scrambled up on a nearby rock and was staring down at Orla, hefting a large stick in her hand.
By L.C. Schäfer11 months ago in Fiction
The House That Remembered Me
When I drove up the old gravel road, I almost didn’t recognize it. The house stood at the top of the hill, leaning slightly to one side, its paint worn thin by the years. The porch railing was missing two slats, and the wind chimes my mother hung decades ago now sang in a language of rust and memory.
By sunaam khan11 months ago in Fiction
