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The Quiet Below
Niko dreamed of the cliff first, like always. — the same sheer drop of stone beneath his boots, the same clean horizon, the same measured wind brushing past him in steady intervals. He stood at the edge, hands in his pockets, looking down at the ocean far below.
By Syl De'Vilabout 15 hours ago in Fiction
Beneath the Wake
Bane dreamed of the ocean often, though his version was never gentle. It came to him in jagged pieces — cliffs carved by storms, waves that struck like fists, a horizon that never stayed still. The water was darker in his dreams, almost metallic, reflecting nothing but the faint shimmer of his own eyes.
By Syl De'Vilabout 16 hours ago in Fiction
THE MISFORTUNATES
In the dark suburb of Kahl, in a city you had never heard of and would never want to hear of, every house and empty apartment block seemed to have been built beside a howling railway line. The moon was the only light, and death was the only achievement most people in the city were ever likely to reach.
By Nicholas A. Swanson2 days ago in Fiction
Stitch: The lore of Sara Foxgrave.
Sara didn’t even know why she went out there that morning. She told herself it was just curiosity, just wanting to see how far the construction crew had gotten on the new house, but really it was because she hadn’t come back here since she returned. Not once. The old willow tree still hunched over the hill like it was guarding Lake Downing, its branches rattling in the cold wind, whispering the same secrets they used to whisper when she and Birdi climbed it and pretended they were queens of the whole damn world. The lake hadn’t changed at all. But she had. It felt smaller now, or maybe she did.
By Syl De'Vil3 days ago in Fiction
Incubus Home
Margie, Oliver and Quentin are walking home from school when they come across a mysterious abandoned house. “Yo can y’all believe Ms. Oday gave me detention for somethin’ that petty?” Oliver complained. “Actually we can.” Margie replied. “I mean you did download a remote control app that kept turning the tv off and on during third block.” Quentin laughed. “Well, that documentary she had us watching was kinda boring.” Oliver protested. “And that’s your opinion.” Margie replied. “Yes, Marge. And in my opinion if she had us watching a better documentary I would’ve been invested enough to not have downloaded a remote to mess with her bap ass Roku.” Oliver added sarcastically.
By Joe Patterson4 days ago in Fiction
The Last Tag-along
You were warned to stay home and told not to follow Ryan when he left. He said he was going somewhere a little sister shouldn’t tag along, so you should just help Mom with some baking and catch a movie on HBO tonight. It hurt your feelings to hear him say this, because normally he took you everywhere.
By Mother Combs5 days ago in Fiction
Dragon Horse
Date: Di-6 Triakosia Location: Coliseum, SE In the eye of the hurricane of the Cetus and Mensa troops, Sklodowska and Aroon – now Naresuan – prop their elbows on the sundial in the center of the arena. Their fingers slot together like a Titanoboa’s jaw re-hinges itself after swallowing its prey.
By Wen Xiaosheng5 days ago in Fiction
Precision of the Hunt
Murphy didn’t open the car doors. He sat in the heavy silence of the basement, the engine ticking as it cooled, while he stared at the concrete wall of the garage. He had spent his life believing that the law was a solid structure, something you could lean on. Now, he felt as if he were leaning on a ghost.
By Forest Green7 days ago in Fiction
Precision of the Hunt
He brought the sedan to a halt and shifted into park. The silence in the car was absolute, a vacuum that seemed to suck the air out of the cabin. Murphy looked at Sterling—the man who had been his mentor for a decade, the man who knew exactly how to play on Murphy’s streak of independence to keep him isolated.
By Forest Green7 days ago in Fiction
