Short Story
Food is Fuel. Fuel is Poison.. Top Story - August 2026.
RING-A-LING! Life chimes in at 30. It starts small. A subtle warning that change is coming, but I ignore it. As any self-respecting man who has taken life for granted would. I continue eating. Taking my fill of the same foods I always eat. Have always eaten.
By Simon George2 months ago in Fiction
Black Jack and Slots. Top Story - August 2026.
Martin knew that he was becoming more and more suspect as the construction company researched the reason for their financial slump. Mark Jayson, the owner, thought they had been doing pretty well until the accountant showed him the books and he realized something was very, very wrong.
By Barbara Gode Wiles2 months ago in Fiction
You've Got A Friend In Me
Woody was old and that was one of the things Andy loved most about him. His earliest memory was of his mom pulling out the doll and filling Andy's desperate hands with his weight. His big head rested in the palms of his hands and his limp fabric body draped gently across his knees. From that day on, they had been inseparable. Andy's bedroom walls were a shrine to the cowboys aesthetic. The wallpaper was patterned with horseshoes, a brown felt cowboy hat hung gently over the bedpost, and Woody slept right beside Andy's cheek every night on a stitched patch work quilt. Life was good, in fact, Woody didn't think it could get any better.
By Sara Wilson2 months ago in Fiction
Chapter One. Top Story - July 2026.
Last Call - The Prompt: Write a story inspired by the phrase "last call." "Last call" can mean different things depending on who's listening. It might be the end of a night, one final opportunity, or the moment someone realizes they're almost out of time. Write a story inspired by the phrase "last call." You can interpret it however you like. Set it in a bar, an airport, a hospital, a small town, or somewhere entirely unexpected. Focus on what happens when the clock is running out. Whether your characters seize the moment, hesitate, or let it slip away, let that sense of urgency drive the story.
By Denise E Lindquist2 months ago in Fiction
A Drunkard's Tale
The man stares at the fire. There weren't always dragons in the valley. The Voice of Death had swamped the moon mountains and killed thousands of livestock. It crossed the Co'bak rivers and spread like a disease until all that was left were dead animals, yoleans (insect dragons with many legs that fed on dead bodies), and migrating fire-breathing dragons.
By Nighttime Storyteller2 months ago in Fiction
The Last Move Counts. AI-Generated.
AI-Generated Content Disclosure: This story was written with the help of Claude (Anthropic) The board game arrived without a return address, and the moment Nora touched the box, every clock in her apartment stopped. She told herself it was a coincidence. She was wrong.
By 10min Stories2 months ago in Fiction
