Series

Alexandra and Andrea. Top Story - February 2026.
Alexandra and Andrea were twin cousins and one day they were visiting their grandma's house in a very small town by the name of
By Mark Grahamabout a month ago in Fiction
The Amber Spires: Part One
I found the devil in the guts of the Amber Spires, more than two decades ago now, down in the filthy rubble that made up the outer rings of shacks and hovels posted up high above the filth ways. The spires are long gone now, pulverized by the Hulcans when they pushed north, but back when I was a boy they were something special. Great big towers that shot into the heavens and cast their light into the smog clouds that enveloped the concrete apartments around them, what we would have given to step one foot through those doors. It was like looking at the gates of heaven.
By Brierabout a month ago in Fiction
Magic. Top Story - February 2026.
Note from the Author: I want to let you know this is an unusual story. It has been written purely from whatever is in my subconscious mind, because before I start writing, I go into a flow state that reaches my subconscious. I also write in a mid-flow state between the conscious and subconscious mind.
By Denise Larkinabout a month ago in Fiction
Guardian Angels chapter 3
Kalin wandered through the historical section of the library, searching for more than a measly two books on the history of Mountainview University. She scrunched up her nose, already having been chewing on her lip for the last fifteen minutes. “This shouldn’t be this difficult to find.” she muttered crossly.
By Phoenixica24about a month ago in Fiction
OmniWar
In the beginning there was darkness. And then came Loki the God of Intoku. Without shape or form he lay in the void. He assumed he was asleep and tried to close his eyes and drift off to a pleasant dream. That was when he began to sink. The darkness was consuming him and he was being plunged into the abyss of the Hyper-verse known then only as “The Void”.
By Adam Stanbridgeabout a month ago in Fiction
No One Encouraged Me to Lose Weight. They Only Mocked Me for Being Fat. AI-Generated.
No one ever said, “You can do this.” They said, “You’ve gotten so big.” They said it laughing, casually, as if they were commenting on the weather.
By Peterabout a month ago in Fiction
When I Was Fat, Even the Air Felt Like Humiliation. AI-Generated.
There was a particular way the air felt when I was fat. It pressed against me. Not physically, not in a way you could measure with instruments. But when I walked into a room, the air thickened, as if it had already formed an opinion before I opened my mouth.
By Peterabout a month ago in Fiction
After I Lost the Weight, I Realized Being Fat Wasn’t the Real Problem. AI-Generated.
The first thing I noticed after losing the weight was not the silence in my knees when I climbed the subway stairs, nor the way my reflection narrowed in store windows. It was the way strangers smiled at me.
By Peterabout a month ago in Fiction
I Failed to Lose Weight Ten Times. The Eleventh Time, Something Changed. AI-Generated.
The first time I tried to lose weight, I was twenty-six years old and standing under fluorescent lights in a CVS on Lexington Avenue, holding a bottle of appetite suppressant that promised, in cheerful blue letters, Lose up to 10 pounds in one week.
By Peterabout a month ago in Fiction
When I Was Fat, the World Treated Me Differently. AI-Generated.
The first time I realized the world had changed, no one said anything. It was a Tuesday morning in October. The air in Manhattan had just turned sharp enough to feel honest. I was standing in line at a coffee shop on 23rd Street, the kind with exposed brick and quiet music that made people feel more important than they were.
By Peterabout a month ago in Fiction
No One Knows What a Fat Man Goes Through Every Morning. AI-Generated.
Every morning, before the alarm rings, Daniel is already awake. Not fully awake. Not in the clean, cinematic way people wake in commercials—stretching, smiling, sunlight brushing their faces like forgiveness. His waking is slow, heavy, and reluctant, like a ship rising through dark water.
By Peterabout a month ago in Fiction
The end to OmniWar.
Ten years after the out break of OmniWar The Perception Champion was at a loss. An unknown enemy leading the say army had be psychologically torturing him for years and he was ready to throw in the towel.
By Adam Stanbridgeabout a month ago in Fiction