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The Apartment in the Middle
It was raining when Mara first saw the building on Myriad Circle. The clouds hung low and gray, like a tired curtain that refused to move. She had come to this city on impulse, chasing nothing but a vague sense of escape and a hope that the world outside her small hometown could somehow understand her.
By Fawad Ahmad8 months ago in Fiction
The Solitude of The Chupacabra. Top Story - March 2026.
Many say that the Chupacabra is a rather recent and modern tale, a mangy coyote or rabied dog. Some point out that it’s just twisted evolution. But very few know the true backstory of the shapeshifter that led to the bloodsucking legend. And perhaps once you will come to know and understand more, you might “forget” a few cattle out to wander.
By Oneg In The Arctic8 months ago in Fiction
The Story Beneath The Story
People call me Bigfoot and other names and say that I smell horribly. They are afraid of me because I’m not human and have fur. I live where few people do, and the scent I give off is from my rich diet. We live in the wilderness, hiding from humans, and smell like the earth and trees. We rub the raw elk onto our fur and sometimes have nests with carcasses and excrement. Humans don’t find traces of our bodies because, when near death, our fur sheds and eagles take it away. We only die in the spring when wolf and bear cubs are emerging, and our bodies feed their young, while their parents consume our bones. There aren’t many of us left. We think humans stink, and we know when they are near. Human females smell better than males, but sometimes their acrid odor makes me sneeze; it seems to happen once every moon.
By Andrea Corwin 8 months ago in Fiction
The Safety Bell
Pity hung from the funeralgoers' faces. They were something out of a nightmarish painting; not sure what to do with their mouths, some pinching them closed, others looked like they were caught mid scream. Most of the women had watering eyes that they tried to avert from meeting Albert’s. For some reason, it made him feel ashamed.
By Nikki Torino Wagner8 months ago in Fiction
Who's Gage
The cereal went soggy faster than I liked, but I still ate it that way. The house was quiet except for the hum of the refrigerator and the ticking clock in the hallway. Morning light stretched across the kitchen table and stopped just short of the bowl. I picked up the milk carton and poured a little more into the cereal. The milk rose slowly around the pieces until they began to float. I turned the carton in my hands, reading the side the way people do when they have nothing else to look at. That’s when I noticed the picture. It was one of those missing kid photos they sometimes print on cartons. The kind they rerun every few years when the case is still open. The boy in the picture couldn’t have been older than seven. Dark hair. Thin face. A crooked smile caught halfway through forming. He was wearing a dark green jacket. I stared a little longer. Something about the picture felt familiar. The kid looked younger than me. A lot younger. But the face looked like the ones in the few old pictures I’d seen of myself. The strange thing was, every picture of me in the house started around that age. Before that, there was nothing. No birthdays. No school pictures. No awkward smiles with missing teeth. Just a blank space where those years should have been. I used to think that was normal. Lots of people didn’t keep old photos. Phones got lost. Computers crashed. Things disappeared over time. Still, it was strange how clean the gap was. No pictures from before that age. No stories either. Whenever the subject came up, it was brushed aside with the same answer. “You were little. You probably just don’t remember.” Maybe that was true. But staring at the boy on the carton, I had the uneasy feeling that I should. Like something important had been misplaced inside my own head. I looked again at the date printed beneath the picture. Ten years. Ten years since the boy named Gage had disappeared. The carton felt heavier in my hands.
By Tifani Power 8 months ago in Fiction
Someone Keeps Swiping Right on My Dating Profile
I downloaded the dating app two weeks after Valentine’s Day. Not because I was ready to date again. Mostly because my friends wouldn’t stop telling me to “get back out there.” My last relationship ended badly, and February had been miserable enough already.
By V-Ink Stories8 months ago in Fiction
