Historical
The Solitude of The Chupacabra
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 Arcticabout 18 hours ago in Fiction
When we shook the apple tree
The gates of Eden have long been locked away from human eyes. Centuries have passed without incident. One day, without warning, a mighty storm gathered over the garden itself. A terrible wind blew the vines and limbs loose, exposing the gates to prying eyes. Myron and Mirah, out for a stroll and trying to seek shelter from the deluge, discovered the gate and pried it open. Time had rendered it loose and it easily fell open.
By Novel Allenabout 19 hours 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 Wagnerabout 21 hours ago in Fiction
The Night the Sky Burned
The desert wind howled across the Middle East as the sun dipped below the horizon. In the distance, the lights of cities flickered like fragile stars—Tehran, Tel Aviv, and distant American bases scattered across the region. The world held its breath.
By Abubakar220about 23 hours ago in Fiction
L' Avis d'Gwendydd
Gwendydd walked among her orchard, a crown of apple blossoms in her hair. The trees stretched their branches to the spring sun and danced in the breeze. She breathed in their heady perfume as she wandered the dark, tilled earth. The promised harvest loomed pleasantly in her thoughts, and the cares of the world were far beyond her concern.
By M. A. Mehan a day ago in Fiction
The Midnight Alley: The Boy Who Called His Killer “Dad”
Lightning cracked overhead as Detective Lena Carter’s boots splashed through the rain-slicked alley. The call had come just moments ago—a child was hurt, and the storm didn’t care. Narrow walls of brick reflected the flickering light from a struggling streetlamp, puddles trembling under each flash. On the wet ground lay a boy, twelve years old, eyes wide in final surprise, blood glimmering in crimson streams across the cracks beneath him. Clutched in his small, trembling fingers was a soaked scrap of paper. Carter leaned close, throat tight: the letters D_A_ smeared by rain.
By imtiazalam2 days ago in Fiction
Thread Count
Everyone remembers the thread. They remember how the princess pressed it into Theseus’s hand, how the hero unwound it behind him like a promise while he walked into the dark. They remember the monster waiting somewhere in the center, hooves echoing in the corridors, breath thick with heat.
By Alain SUPPINI3 days ago in Fiction
The Man Who Survived 76 Days Lost at Sea: A True Story of Survival. AI-Generated.
The Man Who Survived 76 Days Lost at Sea: A True Story of Survival The ocean can be beautiful, peaceful, and endless. But when you are lost in it—completely alone—it becomes something else entirely.
By Baseer Shaheen 5 days ago in Fiction
Echoes of Resistance
The streets of Bristol were alive that day, though not with the usual hum of buses and chatter, but with the heavy pulse of voices that demanded to be heard. I had not intended to join the protest—I came to observe, to write, to bear witness—but once I stepped into the swell of people, the energy was impossible to ignore. The banners waved above heads, each one a story, a demand, a prayer. The scent of rain-soaked asphalt mixed with the faint tang of chalk from hastily scrawled messages, leaving the air electric.
By imtiazalam5 days ago in Fiction
