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The House on Blackwater Lane
Fiction inspired by a true story There were six of us, all born into a house built on secrets. Mama used to say we came into the world sideways, like the air was too heavy to breathe in straight. I didn’t know what she meant until later — until the whispers in the walls grew louder than the prayers.
By The Arleeabout a year ago in Fiction
The Diamond Treasure in the Depth of the Sea
Long ago, beneath the surface of the Southern Sea, there existed a hidden underwater kingdom known as Sirena. Protected by glowing coral walls and ancient sea magic, Sirena thrived in silence, unknown to the surface world. At the heart of its power was a legendary jewel called The Heart of the Abyss—a massive diamond that pulsed with light, magic, and life.
By Engr. Mansoor Ahmadabout a year ago in Fiction
The Bench Under the Old Tree
Fifteen years. That’s how long it had been since Arman last stood at the edge of that rusted gate, staring into the park where his childhood used to live. The wind still whispered through the branches of the massive old tree in the center, just as it did on that unforgettable evening—the one where everything changed.
By Soul Pagesabout a year ago in Fiction
The Clock That Counts Backwards: A Short Story About Time Travel and Regret
Introduction Have you ever wished you could turn back time, even just for a moment? To fix a mistake, say something you left out, or take a different path? This story looks at how strong regret can feel and how tempting it is to change the past. It features a strange clock that doesn’t move forward like normal, but backward instead.
By Racha about a year ago in Fiction
Episode 6: What Happens When You Don't Die
I didn’t scream when it bit me. That’s important. Screaming is the beginning of the end. A scream is the part of the ritual where the body decides to surrender. I didn’t. I just looked down at the half-circle of teeth still hooked in my forearm, and I thought: Oh. I guess this is how I find out what kind of story I’m in.
By Paper Lanternabout a year ago in Fiction
Midnight Books & Forgotten Kisses
“Moonlight Books – Open Only from Midnight to 4 AM. No one knew who owned the place. Some said the store had no register. No cameras. Just a single keyhole and a creaky floor that remembered every step. But the shelves? They whispered. Not in words, but in warmth. The kind of warmth that touches you when a book falls open to the exact page your soul needed.
By Shakespeare Jrabout a year ago in Fiction
PRO FORMA
Misha showed up on time. Stuck out like a sore thumb. As he sulked into the hotel lobby looking like a damn safari tour guide, I hesitated to go up to him. But I did, of course. I knew my role.
By Erin Latham Sheaabout a year ago in Fiction
Domino Effect
The old coffee machine in the corner of the break room at Sterling & Co. always wheezed before it dripped, a familiar, comforting sound that had punctuated countless hurried mornings. Today, it was the backdrop to Sarah’s internal battle. The quarterly reports were due in an hour, and she’d spotted a discrepancy, a small, almost negligible error in the sales figures from the North division. It was a single digit, off by a mere few thousand dollars, easily missed amidst millions.
By FlammyWritesabout a year ago in Fiction
The Witch’s Bargain
Once upon a time… a man was sentenced to death. No one really knew what his crime was. Maybe he spoke truth in front of powerful people, or maybe he just hurt someone’s ego. Whatever it was, his life was near end and he had no hope left.
By Usamaabout a year ago in Fiction
The Echo in My Veins
Aris Thorne’s favorite sales tactic was fear. “Feel that anxiety in your chest, Mr. Reynolds?” she whispered, her neural implant syncing with the client’s emotions. “That’s your competitors’ ambition… But our security AI can make it stop.”
By Habibullahabout a year ago in Fiction
Crowding The House. Content Warning.
It started when the sun went down at nine. I was spotting some strange men outside of my house. All dressed as clowns. Out of all the damned things to be seeing this Summer, this wasn’t what I was expecting. A group of creepy ass clowns outside of my home? Never been on the list.
By Raphael Fontenelleabout a year ago in Fiction
Episode 5: Rescue Girl
They told us to go back in. They always say that. They say it like the walls haven’t grown teeth. Like rescue is still a thing that happens instead of a thing that kills you slower.
By Paper Lanternabout a year ago in Fiction