Short Story
A World Unheard
The chipped Formica table in the greasy spoon diner was Ethan’s world for an hour each Tuesday. He’d sit by the window, the greasy fingerprints a blurry frame around the grey London sky above Camden High Street, a world of sound he could only perceive as vibrations through the glass.
By Tales by J.J.2 years ago in Fiction
Insomniac’s Manifesto. Content Warning.
In those fleeting and rare moments when sleep deigned me worthy to visit, the kaleidoscopic landscapes of my dreams were nothing short of whimsical, an oneiric phantasmagoria that bedazzled my subconscious mind with its riotous and wonderful splendor!
By Alex H Mittelman 2 years ago in Fiction
A Post-Christmas Wish The Present from the Future
It was the morning after Christmas, and the last of the wrapping paper had been discarded. The house was still, the glow of holiday lights dimming in the early morning light. Sophie sat on the couch, sipping her coffee, staring absentmindedly at the empty space beneath the Christmas tree. All the gifts had been opened, the holiday chaos was over, and the world seemed to return to its usual, quieter rhythm.
By Madison Zhao Fan Page2 years ago in Fiction
The Phone of Fate. AI-Generated.
________________________________________ It was the kind of gadget that promised to change everything. A sleek black phone with a polished screen, smooth to the touch, and with an air of mystery that drew him in the moment he saw it. The box it came in was unmarked, with only a simple emblem—a pair of intertwined circles—on the front. The salesman, a man with an unnervingly calm demeanor, had assured him that this was no ordinary phone. It could predict the future.
By Karenshy Johnybye2 years ago in Fiction
Trapped in the Plot. AI-Generated.
________________________________________ The sound of the typewriter keys clicking was almost hypnotic. Each stroke felt like a step closer to finishing the story that had consumed the writer for the past few months. But as the final words were written, a strange silence fell over the room. The dim light flickered, and the air around the writer grew still, as if holding its breath.
By Karenshy Johnybye2 years ago in Fiction
The Unchangeable Path. AI-Generated.
________________________________________ In a small, forgotten corner of the world, Maya, a curious wanderer, stumbled upon something unexpected during a hiking trip through an ancient forest. It was a stone arch, barely visible through the dense trees. At first, she thought it was a trick of the light, an illusion created by her tired eyes. But as she approached, something inside her stirred, a sense of knowing that the arch was far from ordinary.
By Karenshy Johnybye2 years ago in Fiction
Shadows of the Forgotten. AI-Generated.
The bus hummed as it rolled into the small, sleepy town of Greyford, where the soldier had grown up. Mark Dawson, dressed in his freshly pressed uniform, stepped off with a duffle bag slung over his shoulder. The world outside was unchanged—familiar brick buildings, the scent of freshly baked bread from the bakery, and the distant laughter of children. Yet, something inside him felt unmoored.
By Karenshy Johnybye2 years ago in Fiction
The Eternal Watcher. AI-Generated.
In the quiet town of Everrest, nestled between rolling hills and dark forests, young Miriam lived a peculiar life. At eight years old, she was like most children in many ways—curious, kind, and full of wonder. But Miriam had one stark difference: she never slept.
By Karenshy Johnybye2 years ago in Fiction
Christmas Revelation
In a small town nestled between hills, where the lights of Christmas twinkled in every window, lived a woman named Miriam. She had spent her life searching for something she couldn’t quite name. Her days were filled with the familiar rhythms of work, family, and quiet contemplation, but there was always a space within her that felt unfilled, as though something essential was missing.
By Whimsical Wanderer 2 years ago in Fiction
Events are Developing. Top Story - December 2024.
Arlo blew dust off the top of the old cardboard sneaker box; the orange and black design was scuffed and fading. The dust lit up in the rays of early morning light like a crashing wave of sunburst as it scattered into nothingness. He coughed into a fist.
By Amos Glade2 years ago in Fiction
