Short Story
Crowley's End
I laughed under streetlights with Gaz, Brett, and Simon. I was brave. Cocky even. Not now. I shiver. The handle of my bucket is greasy with palm-sweat. No streetlights this far out. My friends are tucked safe in that warm orange glow, egging me on. I can't hear their shouts anymore.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Immortal Soul
Emma had always been curious about life after death. She spent her nights reading ancient texts, researching legends of immortality. One evening, she found an old, leather-bound book in a forgotten corner of the library. The title read "The Immortal Soul."
By Mafuz Rahman2 years ago in Fiction
Black Watch
John stumbled upon the old shop by accident. Hidden in the corner of an alley, the place seemed forgotten. A sign above the door read "Antiques & Curiosities." Inside, dusty shelves held strange objects from different times. But one thing caught his eye: a black wristwatch.
By Mafuz Rahman2 years ago in Fiction
Squid Ink Fortune
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. “Weird fortune,” I told myself and took a bite of the sugar crisp treat. I wouldn’t usually eat something dropped at my feet by some hungry street hound, a story for another day, but this particular cookie was solid black.
By Amos Glade2 years ago in Fiction





