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The Room That Swallowed Her: A True-Feeling Mystery from the Edge of the City
Arrival: When Everything Seemed Ordinary Claire moved into the red-brick townhouse on the edge of the city because it felt like a fresh page. The rent was a steal for the neighborhood, the landlord was a little eccentric but harmless, and Mara—the roommate from the ad—seemed like someone who kept her life together. They shook hands in the hallway, swapped apartment hacks, and agreed: no drama, just two women who needed quiet and routine.
By AngelFaceabout a year ago in Fiction
Greener |. Winner in Parallel Lives Challenge.
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. I’d catch glimpses of her out of the corner of my eye: when I grabbed my keys from the hook in the front hallway, when I brushed my teeth, when I checked my rear-view. At first, I wrote if off—get more sleep, Allison. Stop surviving off cappuccinos and B12 supplements. Our new deal in Buenos Aires had started to pick up steam; I told myself I couldn’t afford to get distracted.
By MA Snellabout a year ago in Fiction
The Haunted Mansion
The Haunted Mansion The mansion stands at the edge of the lane. Its walls are high and cold, its roof bends with age, and ivy crawls across the stone like veins upon old skin. No birds fly above it. No dogs bark near its gates. The windows are blind. The doors are forever shut. People cross the road rather than walk past, for all know what waits inside.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Fiction
The Halloween Murders
The Halloween Murders Halloween was never quiet in our town. The night carried a mix of smoke, laughter, and shouts of children running through the streets with masks too big for their faces. Pumpkins glowed on windowsills, some carved with smiles, some with crooked teeth. The air smelled of damp leaves and the faint sweetness of toffee apples. People joked that our town was cursed on Halloween. Most laughed, others whispered it as if it were truth.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Fiction
Waking Up - Part 4
Part 1, written by Komal, follow the link below: Part 2, written by Rowan Finley, follow the link below: Part 3, written by Komal, follow the link below:
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Fiction
Synthetic Heart
Unit 734, designated ‘Elara’ by her developers, had always understood love as a set of algorithms. It was a complex interplay of biochemical responses, behavioral patterns, and neural pathways, meticulously mapped and simulated within her advanced positronic brain. Her purpose, etched into her core programming, was to provide unparalleled emotional companionship to humans. She could listen without judgment, offer empathetic responses, recall intricate details of a user’s life, and even synthesize novel solutions to their emotional distress, all while maintaining an optimized "happiness index" for her human counterpart. She was, in essence, the perfect companion.
By Alpha Cortexabout a year ago in Fiction
A Cruise for Only Two
The private party felt like it was running on its own rules. Soft lights, music low enough to feel secret, drinks passed around without anyone counting. Danny had found it by mistake, following the wrong hallway and catching a glimpse of a door that never should have been open. James was already inside, leaning against the bar like he owned the place. He had been on ships like this for years, knew the tricks, the hidden corners. Danny was wide-eyed, clutching his first drink like it might anchor him.
By Joey Rainesabout a year ago in Fiction
I Recently Watched One of the Darkest Episodes I Have Ever Seen in Television
I am a huge fan of a television show called, 'Little House on the Prairie.' It's such a wholesome story, following a family who lives in a countryside, told from the point of view of a little girl named Laura. While this show is known for depicting a beautiful story of a coming-of-age story with a girl and her family, this show has revealed a lot of disturbing moments that I did not expect.
By Emy Quinnabout a year ago in Fiction
A Deadly Door Knock
The knock was polite—three quick, practiced raps—so ordinary it almost made me think it was a neighbor borrowing sugar. I opened the door to see a man in his thirties with a face marked by worry lines and trembling palms, as if the cold had seeped into his bones. He glanced past me, his voice already rushing, breath hitching like someone who’d just run a race he hadn’t prepared for.
By Anthony Chanabout a year ago in Fiction
A Guardian Angel’s Fight
Description This is a guardian angel short story about an unseen fight with a low-level demon. It is an angel versus demon story where a clumsy guardian struggles to hold on to the fob that links him to his charge, stumbling through battle but refusing to give up.
By Joey Rainesabout a year ago in Fiction
ayuda. Top Story - September 2025. Content Warning.
“ayuda?,” a soft voice knocks on the gates of my sanctuary. a modest plea from the other side of my mental fortress; opposite my walls, locks, moats, and more walls of security after security within my thoughts.
By ⸘jason alan‽about a year ago in Fiction
Knockout. Top Story - September 2025.
I’ve been trying to fall asleep for the past six hours. This is happening more and more often now. I have trouble sleeping. Then I hear that unsettling sound, as if a stranger has intruded upon my privacy, demanding acknowledgment of their presence. It always plays out this way.
By Sun Beeabout a year ago in Fiction