Short Story

The Lost Room in the Hotel
The Lost Room in the Hotel In the heart of a bustling city filled with lights and sounds, there stood an old hotel called "The Twilight Hotel." This hotel was a famous historical landmark, having hosted guests for over a hundred years. But among its many floors and luxurious rooms, there was one room known as "The Lost Room," a room no one had entered for decades, shrouded in secrets and legends.
By 💓 Pulse of Stories 💓2 years ago in Fiction
When Love Walks Away
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By Thanh Tee2 years ago in Fiction
Flush with Fear. Top Story - January 2025.
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By Komal2 years ago in Fiction
Queen of the Cathouse. Content Warning.
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By Alex H Mittelman 2 years ago in Fiction
Waiting For Rain
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By Steph Marie2 years ago in Fiction
The Salisbury Family and the Great Sabbath Adventure. AI-Generated.
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By Menchie Salisbury2 years ago in Fiction
The Encounter
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By Jonathan Ford2 years ago in Fiction
A Matter of Perspective
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By Scott A. Gese2 years ago in Fiction
The Absent Guest
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By Chinenye Chinweokwu2 years ago in Fiction
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By Alex H Mittelman 2 years ago in Fiction
A broken heart
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By Michael Adewale2 years ago in Fiction
Middle Imperial
“I maintain that you are wrong!” “Yes so you say, yet I notice a distinct lack of contravening evidence.” “Evidence, bah! You claim to wish that I present evidence, yet your positions are presented axiomatically. I say that you must better defend yourself, rather.”
By Alexander McEvoy2 years ago in Fiction