Short Story
The Train That Never Stops. AI-Generated.
The train arrived at exactly 2:17 a.m. Ethan checked his watch twice, rubbing his eyes as if sleep deprivation had started playing tricks on him. The station was abandoned—no announcements, no flickering signboards, not even a stray dog. Just silence wrapped in fog.
By Waleed khan5 months ago in Fiction
On The Bus
He was tired, he had left work late and it was grey and drizzling and going dark as he waited for the bus. He checked his phone, it was fully charged, and his team were playing away tonight but he would watch the match on the Sports Channel when he got home.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 5 months ago in Fiction
The Letter I Received 10 Years Before it Was Written
The Letter I Received 10 Years Before it Was Written The floorboards groaned under my weight as I knelt in the corner of my father’s attic, the air thick with the smell of damp insulation and forgotten lives. I wasn't looking for a miracle. I was looking for a tax return from 1998. Instead, my fingers brushed against an envelope wedged deep behind a rusted filing cabinet.
By Unfiltered Guy5 months ago in Fiction
Renewed. Runner-Up in They Shouldn’t Have Come Here Challenge.
Renewed was a place most people were still leery about, even those who arrived at its doors seeking help. James had worked there for the last 12 years of his life and there wasn't a single work day that felt the same as the day before. James had worked with many different kinds of people with many different kinds of problems. He had swept the minds of cheaters, thieves, and even over eaters. His job was to clean up the brains of people who were struggling with urges they claimed they were unable to control.
By Sara Wilson5 months ago in Fiction
YNs— Tyvek. Content Warning.
2008 At the end of the day, Symeer Mare had sipped some cognac, straight. The brown liquor warmed his throat and abdomen. He was not drunk, however. His mind trained on his task. He looked over to the woman who held a glass in her hand. She went with the white. Gin on the rocks.
By Skyler Saunders5 months ago in Fiction
YNs—SAMHSA. Content Warning.
2025 In between the crevices of the street, little paper planes fluttered in the breeze. A quiet descended upon the city and eyes looked around corners. Colonel Namina Norrey walked these streets like the warrior she had become. It had been a decade since she had asked a body of the Delaware congress to pass legislation legalizing all drugs. That day had not come yet. She walked alone. She wore her starched white shirt, tie, and those glittering four stars. The coolness of the spring afternoon enveloped her person.
By Skyler Saunders5 months ago in Fiction
YN—Love Roses. Content Warning.
2026 Red, purple, and gold wrapped around the counter. A fan in the corner pushed hot air but the idea was that the air conditioner would be fixed soon. In walked Kirstie Brodwick. Thirty-four, with a waiflike demeanor although she paid her dues to the motel manager every two weeks, she walked with change in her hands. Coins contacted her skin and made that tinny smell once combined. She also held dollars.
By Skyler Saunders5 months ago in Fiction
YNs—Jerseys. Content Warning.
2002 Edward Vessen, 52, looked at his fingernails and toenails. He felt a sense of cleanliness as noted by his manicure and pedicure. He owned the shop, so he didn’t pay but he tipped the twenty-year-old Vietnamese woman named Hah $100 nevertheless.
By Skyler Saunders5 months ago in Fiction
