Short Story
"The Choice"
Manuel Vega had always been a man plagued by suspicion. From childhood, the world seemed to him a labyrinth of deception and betrayal. He saw conspiracies lurking behind his parents' smiles, lies masked by his siblings' embraces, and falsehoods woven through politicians' promises. But nothing could have prepared him for the suspicion that now gnawed at his mind like a relentless parasite: his wife, Laura, was having an affair with his best friend, Javier.
By Ulter Damin2 years ago in Fiction
The Vanishing Queen and the River That Flowed Backward
The river flowed backward on the day Queen Atani vanished, marking the beginning of a three-stage royal death ritual in the Queendom of Lubel. As the waters defied gravity, the people of Lubel sensed that their queen had passed, though her body had simply faded before her three sons, the Queensguard, and her closest attendants. Queen Atani’s disappearance was expected only by a few, including her aging chambermaid, who had witnessed this phenomenon before.
By Sohan Chandan2 years ago in Fiction
The Listener by the River. AI-Generated.
Once, in a village nested under the watchful arms of ancient mountains, lived an old man named Naresh. He was known as the Listener. No one could quite remember when Naresh had come to the village; some whispered that he had always been there, a steady presence like the sun rising each day. Naresh, with his gentle smile and quiet eyes, would sit by the river every dawn, listening to the rustle of the reeds and the murmuring flow.
By 6087 Swathiga2 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of Almost. AI-Generated.
In a small town where the ocean breathed salt into every wind, there lived two souls, intertwined in a way only time and tenderness could explain. Mia and Eli were born to be friends, it seemed—bound by laughter, shared secrets, and a closeness that held no boundaries, except perhaps the one that mattered most. For every time Eli’s fingers brushed hers, a warmth would linger that neither dared to name.
By 6087 Swathiga2 years ago in Fiction
Desert Of Sky
The land lay warm and barren beneath my bereft form, and I wondered if I had any chance to make it back alive. Three days, it had been, since they’d picked me up that night, drugged, from that den of demons, that Godforsaken “sorority party,” where I never should’ve been. They said they’d take me home, but this is no home of mine.
By Laura Pruett2 years ago in Fiction
Monster. Content Warning.
After it gets dark, that's the danger-time. It's a special kind of quiet, made up of lots of small sleepy sounds. I tremble. I hear it in the closet. The noise of something very big moving very quietly. If I listen hard, I hear rumbling breath, and long, thick claws clacking like clothes hangers. I guess, when you're grown-up, you feel safe, knowing there's nothing that'll hurt you. Probably. Or you do the hurting. You don't believe in monsters, or the Dark. Only in boring things, like laundry soap, and Tax Returns. Sleep won't come. Wouldn't save me anyway. Please not tonight. Footsteps. Not ordinary, like somebody going to the toilet. They're careful, knowing footsteps. Avoiding the creaky parts of the floor. Each time they stop, there's the sound of somebody listening hard.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Spellsinger
Wind whistled against the cliffs of Molpe, accompanied by the echo of waves crashing below to create a symphony in the night. The tinkling of the windchimes hanging on our porch added to the effect, filling my ears with their lovely sound. I scoffed. Despite my natural inclination to music, I’d long since shunned any appreciation of song.
By Marilyn Ketterer2 years ago in Fiction
