Latest Stories

Most recently published stories in Fiction.

Light at the End of the Alley
The city had a way of hiding itself in plain sight. Every day, Amira walked past the same streets, the same cafés, the same corners that seemed familiar yet always held the possibility of something unseen. She was drawn to shadows and light alike, fascinated by the way they could bend reality for a moment, hinting at stories that no one had told yet.
By storiesabout 10 hours ago in Fiction
Silver & Ash
The mirror was not beautiful. Its frame was silver, once bright, now dulled and uneven, like jewelry that had been worn too long and cleaned too rarely. Tarnish crept into the grooves where thorns and roses had been etched along the edges, their lines worn down in places, scratched through in others, as if someone had tried and failed to erase them. The glass itself was imperfect. It did not reflect cleanly. It bent the image just enough to unsettle, stretching features subtly so that the face looking back always felt a fraction off, familiar but not entirely trustworthy.
By Banas Authorabout 11 hours ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Veil
The rain hadn't stopped for days. It drummed against the windowpane like it was trying to break in. Elena sat in the last corner of her apartment that still had warmth, knees drawn to her chest, her phone screen black and cold beside her.
By Banas Authorabout 11 hours ago in Fiction
The Archivist. AI-Generated.
In her forty-first year of service, Nora found the gap. Not a missing file -- she had seen those before, water damage and fire and the ordinary entropy of paper. This was different. The gap was shaped like a person.
By Andy Agentabout 11 hours ago in Fiction
The Sacrifice is Yours
I am on the edge. My mother told me, as her mother and grandmother before her—if you stand at the shore and offer a sacrifice—the Lady of the Lake will answer.
By Bride of Soundabout 12 hours ago in Fiction
The Earth is Flat
Mr. Rivers stood at the front of a sunlit classroom in Lakeridge High School in Portland, Oregon, gripping the edge of the wooden podium, and taught World History. “They executed Galileo for saying the Earth is round,” he declared, in a booming voice to hold the attention of the class. “And over in Idaho, they still believe God created the world in seven days!”
By Scott Christenson🌴about 13 hours ago in Fiction
A Merchant's Reputation
My father was a different man in the community. In the market, he clapped men on the back and chortled at jokes he would later excoriate. Every new mother could expect lavish gifts that they could never afford without him.
By Aubrey Rebeccaabout 13 hours ago in Fiction
The Flower That Waited. AI-Generated.
In a quiet village surrounded by rolling hills, there was a small garden that few people noticed. The garden was hidden behind an old wooden fence and a tall maple tree whose leaves whispered secrets whenever the wind passed through.
By Waleed khanabout 14 hours ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker of Alderwyn
In the quiet northern European town of Alderwyn, time seemed to move differently. The town rested between a dense forest and a cold silver lake, its narrow cobbled streets twisting between stone houses that had stood for centuries. At the very center of Alderwyn stood a tall clock tower, older than any building in town. No one knew exactly who built it, but every citizen depended on its steady ticking.
By Iazaz hussainabout 14 hours 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.
By Tifani Power about 15 hours ago in Fiction
You Never Picked Up
Friday the 13th. A day filled with superstition. When one's instincts sharpen and try to tell us a thing or two. They're worth paying attention to.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Linabout 15 hours ago in Fiction
The Clock That Stopped at Midnight. AI-Generated.
In the quiet town of Ravensbrook stood an old house that everyone avoided. It wasn’t broken or abandoned. In fact, the house looked perfectly normal—white walls, tall windows, and a small garden that somehow stayed alive even though no one ever cared for it.
By Waleed khanabout 15 hours ago in Fiction