Young Adult
Stockroom Secrets 15. Content Warning.
The look of anger on Mike's face would have been enough to scare the bejesus out of just about anyone, I thought. It certainly had the desired effect on Troy and Dan, as they backed away. They wouldn’t have been quite the same age as Mike, who had told me he was twenty-five, but seeing as he was one of the managers within the store and they weren't, they knew when they were beaten.
By Mark 'Ponyboy' Petersabout a year ago in Fiction
Little Red Riding Hood
Once upon a time, in a quiet village at the edge of a big forest, there lived a sweet girl named Lily. She was kind, cheerful, and helpful to everyone. But what made her most special was the red hooded cloak her grandmother had sewn for her. She wore it so often that people began to call her Little Red Riding Hood, and the name stuck.
By Jeno Treshan about a year ago in Fiction
Guardians and Angels | Chapter Four (Part 13). Content Warning.
"Christopher his home!" I can smell him. I usually smell him a mile away or more when he comes home. Cotton and Cherry Coke. Perspiration from running, pepperoni on his breath. I can smell him long before I can hear him, usually. They didn't teach me to smell at the school for the blind people where Carol met me. No, it was my gift. I was born with it. I could smell better than all the other dogs since I was a puppy. My brothers and sisters knew too. I wasn't the strongest, or the fastest, but I damn sure could smell the best. I could smell the scents, the traces of the scents... the memory of the traces of the scents; and I could see everything in my mind.
By Christopher Dubbsabout a year ago in Fiction
Tron: Ares – A Bold Leap Beyond the Grid
Further than four decades after the pioneering release of Tron( 1982), Disney is about to revive its classic sci- fi ballot with Tron Ares, the third chapter in the digital saga. Set to hit theaters on October 10, 2025, the movie is about to take the Tron macrocosm to new heights by exploring beyond the boundaries of the Grid and into the real world. With a return of familiar faces and the addition of new bones and a gritty, artificial score courtesy of Nine Inch Nails, Tron Ares is sure to be a cinematic spin unlike any other in the series to date. A New Type of Program Central to Tron Ares is the narrative of Ares( Jared Leto), an extremely sophisticated digital program assigned a revolutionary charge entering the world of humans. This supposition represents a radical departure from former flicks, in which action stayed within the digital world called the Grid. Ares's intrusion into the real world introduces unintended consequences, driving a clash between two worlds — digital and real. The main conflict arises as Ares starts to question the nature of actuality in both worlds, posing questions about identity, control, and creator versus creation boundaries. Visually Stunning, Darker Tone The just- released caravan for Tron Ares provides a stirring regard of what's to be anticipated. Classic red neon worlds, light cycle chases at snappy pets, and graveness- defying numbers give a visual treat for the eyes. But this new investiture takes on a substantially darker and more serious tone than its forerunners. That transition is reflected in the score, as Nine Inch Nails lends a gritty, artificial sound to the soundtrack. This cultural turn is substantially different from the synth- grounded music of Wendy Carlos( Tron) and the high- tech complication of Daft Punk( Tron Legacy), representing a grittier, more mature style of liar. heritage Characters and Fresh gift Tron suckers will be thrilled to have Jeff Bridges back as Kevin Flynn, the visionary programmer who got stuck in the Grid. Bridges also played Clu, his digital dupe and the main villain of Tron Legacy. The caravan verifies Flynn's participation in Ares, bringing emotional depth and durability to the unfolding story. Along with Jared Leto are a number of new characters that will help meat out the Tron mythos Greta Lee as Eve Kim, whose character is shrouded in riddle. Evan Peters as Julian Dillinger, whose last name connects him with Ed Dillinger, the first villain from Tron. Hasan Minhaj, Jodie Turner- Smith, Arturo Castro, Cameron Monaghan, Gillian Anderson, and Sarah Desjardins also appear in unidentified places, contributing uproariousness and diversity to the cast ensemble. Expanding on the Tron Legacy Tron Ares relies heavily on the story foundations set in Tron Legacy. The conception of digital incorporations entering the physical world, commodity first seen with Quorra( Olivia Wilde), is now complete with Ares. The heritage of the Dillinger family is also redefined with the recrimination of a coming generation of mortal villains. Like its forerunners, the movie continues to deal with philosophical questions like the substance of intelligence, the morality of creation, and the hazy boundaries between mortal and artificial life. A Bright New Future for Tron With its introspective narrative, eye- popping illustrations, and the sonic intensity of Nine Inch Nails, Tron Ares is looking to be an stimulating new direction for the ballot. By linking the digital and real worlds, the movie brings about new liar options and fancies. Whether a deep addict of the original or not, Tron Ares guarantees an indelible experience that redefines living in a world that's evermore defined by technology.
By Sikandar prasadabout a year ago in Fiction
The Last Cigar
The dim light of the city filtered through the dust-coated blinds of Room 412. Smoke curled lazily toward the yellowed ceiling as Vincent Moretti, a retired mob enforcer, sat hunched over a small table, holding what he knew would be his last cigar.
By Wayel Saleemabout a year ago in Fiction
The Ghost Train
Chapter 8: Sarah's Stop Sarah had barely made it back to the passenger car when she felt it—a peculiar sensation unlike anything she'd experienced before. The steady rhythm of the train began to slow, the clacking of wheels growing more deliberate, more measured. But it wasn't this change in tempo that made her grip the nearest handrail until her knuckles whitened.
By Shane D. Spearabout a year ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Forgotten Star
The wind on Aevalis had no sound. It rustled the silver grass and swept across the obsidian rocks, yet it carried only silence. It was as if the world itself was holding its breath, waiting. Lira had grown up on Aevalis, born into a small colony that once thrived but had since faded into scattered outposts and abandoned tech. Her parents, star-mappers from the Core Worlds, had vanished in the Outer Veil when she was only six. She remembered the day they left, their ship silhouetted against the twin suns, her mother’s promise echoing in her ears: "We’re going to find the Forgotten Star, Lira. And when we do, we’ll come back for you." But they never did. Now seventeen, Lira wandered the edges of the known maps, chasing the faintest signals from deep space, searching for what others dismissed as a myth. The Forgotten Star—an ancient celestial body said to pulse with the memory of an extinct race. A star that whispered, if one dared to listen. Lira believed the whispers were real. She had heard them. It started on her thirteenth birthday, a soft hum beneath the static of her receiver. Not voices, not exactly—but patterns. Murmurs that shifted with emotion, not words. It was like the star was dreaming, and somehow, it had found her. Every year since, she had followed the signal deeper into the Wastes. It was there, in the Dusk Plateau, that she found the cave. Carved into the mountainside like a scar, the cave had walls inscribed with symbols that shimmered faintly under ultraviolet light. She recognized the markings from her parents’ journals—glyphs of the Varethari, a long-lost species believed to be starborn, their consciousness imprinted into the stars they once visited. And there, at the center of the cave, she saw it. A shard of crystal, levitating just inches above a black pedestal. Inside it swirled a miniature galaxy—millions of stars rotating slowly around a pulsing core. As she stepped closer, the whispers grew louder, clearer. “Lira,” the star said. Not in words, but in thought. She staggered back. This wasn’t some random hum or cosmic accident. It knew her name. It had waited for her. The shard flared, and visions burst into her mind. She saw her parents, alive, drifting in a place between stars. Their ship caught in a fold of space, unreachable from the known universe. But they weren’t alone—surrounding them were luminous beings, the remnants of the Varethari, their forms woven from energy and memory. They had found the Forgotten Star. And it had found them. The star was a living archive—a cosmic consciousness, absorbing the minds of the Varethari as they faded from reality. It had become a sanctuary for lost knowledge, a beacon to those who dared to listen. Her parents had become part of it. Tears streamed down Lira’s face, but they weren’t of sorrow. They were of understanding. The star had not just called her. It had chosen her. A voice emerged fully now, one voice from the many. Her mother’s. "We need you, Lira. Only you can bring our memories back to the worlds. Share what we’ve learned. Give the star a voice." The crystal floated toward her, stopping just before her heart. As she reached out, it dissolved into light, sinking into her skin like stardust. Pain flared—bright, beautiful, overwhelming. And then everything changed. Lira awoke days later, found by a rover crew from the Skyreach settlement. They said they’d tracked a strange energy pulse that spanned several systems. When they brought her back, her eyes glowed faintly, and her voice carried an echo of something… more. She spoke of the Forgotten Star. Of the Varethari. Of her parents. At first, no one believed her. Until the night the stars changed. A new light appeared in the sky—a beacon pulsing with rhythm, not random, but musical. It broadcast thoughts, emotions, knowledge in waves. People across Aevalis began dreaming of places they had never been, speaking words in languages never taught. Empathy bloomed across boundaries. Conflicts faded. Peace, real and strange, spread like wildfire. And at the center of it all stood Lira. The girl who listened. The girl who believed. They built a spire in her name, a place for dreamers and seekers. And every night, as the whispering star pulsed in the sky, people gathered to hear its song—an endless melody of memory and wonder, carried by the one who gave it voice. And so, in the silence between worlds, a secret was no longer waiting. It was finally heard. Moral of the Story: Sometimes, the answers the world needs lie in the quietest places—and those who choose to listen, even when no one else believes, can be the ones to bring light into the darkness. Never underestimate the power of belief, empathy, and a curious heart. Would you like this in a PDF or illustrated format?
By Muhammad Hamzaabout a year ago in Fiction
Guardians and Angels | Chapter Three (Part 12). Top Story - April 2025.
I knew everything about permanent marks on my life, or so I thought. My freckles, they’ve always stained my skin; wine splashes upon my image, spattered and sprayed across me since the day I saw my own arms and legs. I was a spotted animal of some sort, in my mind, a leopard. A marked creature who would be feared for its tattooed patterns. In reality, they were a scourge, or so I thought.
By Christopher Dubbsabout a year ago in Fiction
Breath Between Battles
The Sky That Burned The sky was always red now. Not the romantic, dreamy kind of red. This was ash and fire, smeared across the heavens like the war itself had climbed into the sky and painted its anger there. Everything was scorched. The city, once alive with neon lights and laughter, was now just bones—steel and concrete twisted into broken silhouettes. And in the middle of that shattered world, we found each other.
By Shah Jehanabout a year ago in Fiction
Not As Faithful
The sulfuric smells were overpowering. Large groups of people huddled around a single spot. Aside from the occasional gurgle, the day was perfect. The sky above was the color of purest azure. People did murmur. There were some children who yanked on their mommy's or daddy's sleeve. All impatient over the big proclaimed miracle that occurred on time every day since God knows when. Standing on the platform far enough away, I too was just as impatient. When it did happen, it wasn't as marvelous as everyone proclaimed. As a young preteen, I turned up my nose. "Old Fateful isn't that big! I didn't even get wet!"
By Crystal Nealabout a year ago in Fiction
Tender. Content Warning.
Note to editors: The site wouldn't let me publish this story to the "fiction" community unless it was six hundred words. The story portion of this was five hundred words exactly when I typed it into vocal. For some reason it was four hundred and seventy three words when I pasted it into "Microsoft word". I decided to go with five hundred according to vocals count. I am very sorry for this side note but I couldn't get it to even go through to be reviewed without making it at least six hundred words and I hope this doesn't disqualify this story.
By Raine Fielderabout a year ago in Fiction
