Short Story
Ash and Breath: A Midsummer Transformation. Honorable Mention in Everything Looks Better From Far Away Challenge.
Story Synopsis: On the longest night of the year, a woman returns to a forgotten fire wearing the dress of her ancestors. What she finds beneath the lace, the silence, and the stars may change her forever. Something unseen is watching. Something that reminds her of what she tried to forget.
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)about a year ago in Fiction
Beneath the Still Sky. AI-Generated.
The sky above Elowen was beautiful—perfect, in fact. A sheet of endless blue, motionless for as long as anyone could remember. The villagers called it The Stillness, a gift from the gods, or perhaps the price of peace. But for Aris Vale, it felt like a lie. He stared up at it now, lying on the grass behind the school’s weather-beaten fence, his telescope beside him, untouched. “Still not blinking,” he muttered. “Still not moving. Just... still.”
By Adil Nawazabout a year ago in Fiction
Late Summer, Early Fall
Claire found Lessibelle on the porch of the big, two-story home white home. She sat on a bench swing with colorful pillows and a lap blanket thrown across the back. The house overlooked a large plot of land with beautiful trees, always full of leaves, even during the winter. Lesibelle had always found this quite strange, but she had supposed they could be fake. Claire sat in a white rocking chair across from the bench and looked over the land. She doesn't say anything, just sits there, waiting and watching.
By Mak Wintersabout a year ago in Fiction
Before I Knew His Name. Content Warning.
Rebecca sat on the nice, dark leather couch. It looked almost Victorian style but still had that modernized feel to it. She scrolled through Facebook as she waited for him. The man who would supposedly ‘change her life.’
By Mak Wintersabout a year ago in Fiction
Beneath the Ice
Every television in the capital was turned to the news as the arguing voices rang out loud and clear. “There is nothing to worry about! My fear-mongering opponents just want you to be scared, there is no freeze. If temperatures are dropping, why was it so hot yesterday? Alendorix will be fine!”
By Adam Nottoliabout a year ago in Fiction
Njabiya Bate: The Man with Horns on His Head
Njabiya Bate: The Man with Horns on His Head Written by: Kashif Ali On a sweltering afternoon in the summer of 1934, an English anthropologist and field researcher named Ghost Freeman made his way through the thick forests of Central Africa. His destination was Fiang, a secluded village nestled deep in the Mayo-Kebbi region of Chad. Freeman had traveled thousands of miles, not to study landscapes or wildlife, but to investigate a story so strange, it seemed to belong more to legend than science.
By Furqan Elahiabout a year ago in Fiction
