Short Story
POV. Content Warning.
You're sitting up late at night, scrolling online as you wait for a message from one of your contacts... You're the daughter of the Mafia king, and a high-level operative for him. Unfortunately that means you've come into contact fairly frequently with one of the hottest guys you've ever seen, but the problem is that he's your father's enemy despite his youth.
By ThatOne_Girlabout a year ago in Fiction
I Tested Whether a Failed Drug Test Shows Up on a Background Check — Here’s the Truth
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By Jamie Smithabout a year ago in Fiction
Frenemies. Content Warning.
She smiled, her teeth glinting in the light of the single incandescent bulb hanging from the center of the cell’s ceiling. She stood just on the edge of the light, her hands in the pockets of her long black trench coat, just staring at me.
By ThatOne_Girlabout a year ago in Fiction
The Fast Fox and the Lazy Dog
In a lush green forest lived a brown fox. He was known for his quickness and clever mind. Every animal in the forest knew that this fox was unmatched in running, leaping, and solving problems with sharp thinking. For him, life was a game full of energy. He would run along the riverbank, dart between trees, and leap across stones.
By arsalan ahmadabout a year ago in Fiction
To Appear Untouched
By the time Gabriel and Avery walked through the door, Jules had already erased the evidence she had slept there. The sheets were pulled tight, the pillows stacked without crease, the faint warmth of her body traded for a starch-cold smoothness. In the kitchen the counter gleamed, though she remembered the knife dropping to the surface as she buttered toast in the half-dark. The mug she had used was wrapped in a grocery bag and tucked beneath the driver’s seat of her car, still damp at the rim. She let them step inside the house she had already slept in, eaten in, and arranged again to look untouched.
By Fatal Serendipityabout a year ago in Fiction
Coffee Shop at the End of the World
Maya had always believed that the world would end with fire or ice, maybe a bang or a whimper—anything but the gentle hum of an espresso machine and the soft jazz playing from speakers that had seen better days. Yet here she was, wiping down tables at Brew & Beyond while the sky outside painted itself in shades of amber and crimson that had nothing to do with sunset.
By Fazal Ur Rahmanabout a year ago in Fiction
Echo of a Nightmare. Top Story - August 2025.
Gabrielle found herself in a dimly lit hallway, where the floorboards screeched underneath her feet and the people in the pictures that hung on the wall glared at her maliciously. She had a vague recollection of why she was here and how she got here, but her end goal was fuzzy to her. Gabrielle gulped as she kept on walking down the hallway, towards an end she could not see. The lights above her flickered dangerously as she hunched towards herself in an attempt to make herself smaller.
By Rebecca Pattonabout a year ago in Fiction
Built of Scales and Steel
"Stand up all the night and call the fight, let your mind before the light." The sky was ablaze with smoke, fire and glory. Ferocious dragons sweeping down like meteors to face the foolhardy heroes who answered the call to face them. Subversion, intimidation, exhaustion, extermination and annihilation were five types of military strategy we utilised throughout the war.
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Fiction
Gramma's Hands
It was an unusually warm spring day, by Southern California standards anyway. I sat in a chair in the garage, watching people paw through boxes of old junk in my grandmother’s driveway, my feet swinging back and forth between the white plastic legs, my toes not reaching the ground.
By Krysha Thorpabout a year ago in Fiction
See them. Runner-Up in Everything Looks Better From Far Away Challenge.
Do you see them? They are women. There are twelve of them sat in a circle laughing so loudly some of them have dropped what they were holding. Miniature white boards clatter to the floor - the one with chestnut hair is suddenly back in first grade, sitting on the cold linoleum floor of Ms. White’s classroom; she has been shoved off the zoo animal carpet by Michael H. She doesn’t mind, however, because she is better than him and she has the right answer. She holds her little board high enough in the air so that her full face and beaming smile remain visible through the frame of her upper arms. How excellent, young lady, that you are already so gifted at blending your letters: green, grit, gross. Yesterday it was blue, black, bleed.
By Emily Elizabethabout a year ago in Fiction
