Short Story

Sick and Sweet
I splashed some water on my face as I looked at myself in the mirror, leaning against the sink. I was still dizzy, still feeling stupid. Shit, I shouldn't have gotten out of bed at all after last night... Now Leena's going to keep that bullshit going on, helping some stranger on the street out of pure kindness? Yeah, right, I'm not that kind of idiot.
By Maggie Zabout a year ago in Fiction
Visitation
The knock at the door was so quiet that Jennie thought she was hearing things through the increasing wind and rain. Just as she turned back to the headache-inducing spreadsheet on the computer screen, she heard it again. It was unmistakable this time.
By Tina Habout a year ago in Fiction
Dear Ouija Enthusiasts. Top Story - September 2025.
Dear Ouija Enthusiasts (humans), Halloween season is upon us, and as usual, many of you fools will venture upon Ouija encounters. While my comrades and I have no objections, due to last season's hike in spirit board related fatalities, we decided to put our thirst for naive souls aside momentarily and issue a one-time set of guidelines, outlining specific dos and don'ts, followed by a non-exhaustive list of repercussions for adamant opposers.
By Marilyn Gloverabout a year ago in Fiction
My Journey to Discovering Someone’s Dating Profile — A Personal Story
Disclosure: I may receive a small commission from some services mentioned, with no extra cost to you. My name is Sullivan Davis, and for weeks, I had this knot in my stomach. A gut feeling that something was off with my girlfriend, Sarah. We’d been together for two years, but lately, she was more distant, her phone always face down. Call it intuition, but I felt she might be on dating apps.
By Sullivan Davisabout a year ago in Fiction
The Knock: Giants, Criminals and Me
I was tired when my battery charge read, 69. I placed it on the kitchen counter and walked towards the door. I’ve got clothes in the washing machine at 10:35pm.
By Caitlin Charltonabout a year ago in Fiction
The Haunted Mansion
The Haunted Mansion The mansion stands at the edge of the lane. Its walls are high and cold, its roof bends with age, and ivy crawls across the stone like veins upon old skin. No birds fly above it. No dogs bark near its gates. The windows are blind. The doors are forever shut. People cross the road rather than walk past, for all know what waits inside.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Fiction
Trapped. Top Story - September 2025.
It would have been no better if he had knocked on her door tomorrow. She preferred crying in her own bed than in illuminating daylight.
By Ariana GonBonabout a year ago in Fiction
Ditched and Re-Placed
Brad’s heart skipped a beat. He froze in the door frame, looking at Serena and trying to figure out how she got there. He thought she had a sad smile on her face, as if reproaching him.
By Lana V Lynxabout a year ago in Fiction
Sundown House. Honorable Mention in A Knock at the Door Challenge.
The knock at the door pierced through the night startling me out of my restless haze. I glanced at the clock on my nightstand. 12:03 AM glared back at me luminously.
By Natassia Lawrenceabout a year ago in Fiction
Edging God Out
By touching the door of the classroom with his hand, Tory Vale felt one life leave and another enter. He wore a black blazer and white t-shirt black jeans and blue loafers. Back in that lecture hall in New Sweden University in Wilmington, Delaware, he had laid down the burden of faith. He walked out a nonbeliever in the theory of God. Although he had aced every exam, there still felt in the wood grain of the door the need to recall that he would never be the same A student. In his twenty-two-year-old mind, he recalled the various texts he consumed like a voracious predator on the hunt. The carnivore in his soul began to cry out in every word that went through his brain. There existed this duality that said “Go with God” and “Edging God Out” (EGO).
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Fiction
“The One Decision That Changed My Life Forever”
Life rarely announces when it’s about to shift. Most of the time, we walk through our routines assuming tomorrow will look exactly like today. But sometimes, one seemingly small choice becomes the earthquake that shakes everything into a new shape. For me, that decision came on an ordinary Tuesday evening, with nothing extraordinary about it—except the fact that it changed the entire trajectory of my life.
By fazalhaqabout a year ago in Fiction
The Halloween Murders
The Halloween Murders Halloween was never quiet in our town. The night carried a mix of smoke, laughter, and shouts of children running through the streets with masks too big for their faces. Pumpkins glowed on windowsills, some carved with smiles, some with crooked teeth. The air smelled of damp leaves and the faint sweetness of toffee apples. People joked that our town was cursed on Halloween. Most laughed, others whispered it as if it were truth.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Fiction