Short Story

THE FRIENDLY WOLF. Content Warning.
THE FRIENDLY WOLF January I first see her standing outside the school gates. Her hungry-looking blue eyes glaze over at me under large spectacles. Her big, smiling white teeth show sweet concern. I am sure most of the world would have found her a charming, sweet, gentle woman. But even in that first instant, my intuition screams a multitude of red flags. I long to pick up Josh and flee, even though he is becoming too heavy to carry. I groan inwardly as she walks towards us.
By Rio Harps3 months ago in Fiction
Piece 16
"No, screw A needs to be into piece 18," I said, white-knuckling and crinkling the cheap paper of the instruction booklet as I watched my best friend of 20 years holding a screwdriver and piece 16. She was knelt on the ground in front of the beginning of a bookcase.
By Annie3 months ago in Fiction
Waiting For Forever
Looking out the window of the plane, Irving Ashcroft was excited to see that they were finally about to land back home. It had been weeks since he had seen or even heard from his girlfriend, Envy. The work trip he was returning from didn’t allow him to communicate outside of people directly associated with the project he was working on. The moment he got off the plane, he would be running through the airport to find Envy. She always showed up to pick him up.
By Crystal Nicole3 months ago in Fiction
Reaper Reincarnation
I roam these white halls unseen. Blending among the sick and the well, seamlessly. No one has ever turned a head in my direction among the living; only the dead and dying can see one like me, until her.
By Mother Combs3 months ago in Fiction
The Horror of Nothing Happening
My name is Clara Morrison. By the third week after I moved into the neighborhood, someone started leaving notes on the community bulletin board. Not addressed to me. Addressed to each other. "Has anyone else noticed the hours the Morrison house keeps its lights on?" "Her dog never barks — is that normal?"
By Jin3 months ago in Fiction
The Heavy Quiet of Letting You Go
I think this chapter of my life has finally come to an end, and I want to share the whole story. Months ago, I stopped talking to a girl I deeply loved. During those months, I slowly healed. I focused on myself, spent time with friends, and even became close to another girl who worked near my school. I genuinely thought I had moved on.
By Clara Woods3 months ago in Fiction
To Fetch a Pail of Water?
The neighbors always remembered the rhyme. Jack and Jill went up the hill... No one remembered why. Jack was nine the first time he watched Jill smile over a body.
By Kaori Knight 3 months ago in Fiction
The Necromancer's Downfall ~ Compilation
In the year seventeen-ten, the world almost came to an end So listen here as we two tell the tale of how one lone soul Rises above the evil one, forcing its knee to bend
By Mother Combs3 months ago in Fiction
I Was Dating Eight Boyfriends at Once—Then They Found Out About Each Other
I was dating eight boyfriends at once. They all treated me as a stand‑in. I didn’t care. As long as the money kept coming, every last one of them was my darling.
By Jin3 months ago in Fiction
The Proofreader. AI-Generated.
The Proofreader The manuscript was 312 pages, and Eleanor had reached the last fourteen. This was, in the technical sense, her job: to find what others missed. A misplaced comma. A character whose eyes changed color between chapters. The word refute used when the author meant rebut. She was good at it — had been good at it for thirty years — and the particular satisfaction of catching an error on the final page, so close to the finish line, had never diminished.
By Cordelia Vance3 months ago in Fiction
Unsent. AI-Generated.
The 11:04 to Graz was cancelled at 11:02. No announcement. The board simply blinked — DELAYED, then CANCELLED, then nothing — and the heating cut out three minutes later as if the station itself had decided to stop pretending. By midnight, the last staff member had locked the ticket office and left without making eye contact with anyone.
By Cordelia Vance3 months ago in Fiction
Forty Minutes. AI-Generated.
The lift stopped between the fourteenth and fifteenth floors at 11:47 on a Thursday night, and Mara's first thought was not help but him.
By Alpha Cortex3 months ago in Fiction