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Fighting Fire with Fire
Methoataske, or Metho as she preferred to be called, fought to get her breathing under control as her hands trembled on the plane’s yoke. They...she knew that this mission wasn’t going to be easy. That the Death Bringers would definitely fight back with everything that they had. That this mission was likely to fail.
By Rebecca Patton6 months ago in Fiction
SHUTTER. Content Warning.
Such a thrifty idea, Clive believes with everything going according to plan as he had crept into woods, obscured by shadows. Motorbike camouflaged by underbrush piled atop it, day was breaking as he set off into woods for amazing photos that could make his career. Trusting this was his opportunity to grow the audience, that would support him directly or indirectly, in his artistic development. Living hand to mouth, left him without funds for traveling, therefore, to create his thriving future he chose inexpensive alternatives. With his paltry paychecks finally allowing him to set aside money for camera and film, penny-pinching for months to acquire that goal. Weight of deprivation affected his mental health until his desired camera was in hand, a Canon A2E EOS.
By Kami R. Taylons6 months ago in Fiction
The Last Person in the Archive
By the time Mara understood what the archive was for, most of it had already been destroyed. Not burned. Not in some singular act dramatic enough to provoke grief. It had vanished the way important things often do: under reviews, budget notes, transition plans, cheerful language about modernization. Shelf by shelf. Room by room. One harmless administrative phrase after another.
By Alain SUPPINI6 months ago in Fiction
The Persistence of the Night Shift
NIGHT SHIFT The solar sits where the hospital used to be. No one calls it anything else. It doesn’t need a name anymore. Broken concrete. Wet bricks. Cables pulled from walls like something that was never meant to be visible. A piece of chewing gum stuck to a stone near the entrance path—pink at first, now grey, flattened by months of weather and nothing else. It stays because there is no request to remove it.
By Lorena Alonso6 months ago in Fiction
Nobody Wins. Top Story - April 2026.
Jack is a newspaper man, or an "ink stained wretch" as his uncle, also a newspaper man, used to refer to those in their profession. Before that, he was something else-something he didn't like being. He did bad things for bad people. Not as bad as most who did them, but worse than some. Certainly worse than you or I. It was a life he'd been trying to leave behind for a while now, but he chose the wrong career path for that. Now, he tiptoes the line between honest reporter and sold-out hack, but it's better than being dropped in the Alleghany with a lead weight tied to your ankles.
By Adam Diehl6 months ago in Fiction
Detective to Detective. Content Warning.
He’d stumbled into the police station, the doors opening as his body dropped on the fanciful marble floors in the lobby. Soaked and barely conscious, he hit the deck as a loud crack of lighting struck, breaking up the sound of the heavy rains outside. One of the officers in the lobby called for help, as another yelled.
By Jason Morton6 months ago in Fiction
Rebirth of the Dead Mother
Sergey sat, grieving the loss of his beautiful wife after their child’s birth. As he held his crying newborn, Polina, their maid, consoled him with a gentle touch on his arm and a warm squeeze. He tried to smile back at her but failed, looking down at the coffin where his adored wife was being laid to rest.
By Alexandra Grant6 months ago in Fiction
THE ECHO CHAMBER. AI-Generated.
The neon pulse of Neo-Veridia didn’t just light up the streets; it vibrated through the marrow of Elias Thorne’s bones. Rain, slick with the iridescent sheen of industrial runoff, cascaded down the sleek obsidian glass of the Aris Tower. Elias sat in a cramped booth at a corner diner, the smell of ozone and synthetic coffee thick in the air.
By Cordelia Vance6 months ago in Fiction
