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Into The Great Beyond
Outside the airlock viewport, nebulous tendrils of incomprehensible colors slithered. Captain Leshford undid his oxygen hose.
By Matthew J. Fromm11 days ago in Fiction
The Soul of My Boots
One moment, I’m laughing uncontrollably as my best friend pushes me in a tire swing. The sky pours into my vision as I lean back, a kaleidoscope of sky and clouds peaking through the leaves and branches. I close my eyes, relishing the moment.
By Caitlin Humphreys11 days ago in Fiction
When What's To Come, Arrives, Or Does It?
They stood together and watched the sky like drunken toddlers on a rampage. Eyes darting every which way frightened by the slightest movement and jumping at every sound, allowing their excitement and fear to build, distorting what was really happening.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden11 days ago in Fiction
Books And Covers
*** "Bones in a bag," was how they described her. Meat covered eye candy. Little did they know, she had an appetite for stranger things.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden12 days ago in Fiction
On The Brink
It happened suddenly, or so it would appear. Lily was 65 years old, however, she felt she had lived several lifetimes, in that span of time.
By Susan Payton12 days ago in Fiction
The Blinding Dark. Content Warning.
There was a dark place on the edge of the marsh. No one could quite describe precisely how it was dark. It wasn’t that there was a persistent shadow, and it had nothing to do with the underbrush. One couldn’t really call it a thicket. Every aspect of it could be seen clearly: every branch and leaf and blade of reed grass. Nor did the fog tend to gather there in excess. If anything, it wasn’t necessarily a visual darkness, but rather a feeling.
By Ophelia Keane Braeden12 days ago in Fiction
The Phone That Rang From Tomorrow
Adil never believed in fate. He believed in logic, routine, and predictable outcomes. That’s why he worked as a system analyst, where everything followed patterns.
By Salman Writes12 days ago in Fiction
The Door That Only Opens Once
Hamza had lived in the apartment for two years. Nothing unusual ever happened. Until the door appeared. It was late evening when he first noticed it.
By Salman Writes12 days ago in Fiction
The Coin That Wouldn’t Leave
The man found the coin on the sidewalk after the St. Patrick’s Day parade ended. The street was still littered with green confetti, plastic beads, and crushed beer cans. Crowds were thinning out as people staggered toward bars or rides home.
By V-Ink Stories12 days ago in Fiction
The Parade That Never Ends
The woman had only meant to watch the parade for a few minutes. She was in the city for a short business trip, staying in a downtown hotel overlooking several busy streets. When she stepped outside that afternoon, the entire district had been transformed for St. Patrick’s Day.Green banners hung from every streetlight.
By V-Ink Stories12 days ago in Fiction
Security
My sister and I had enjoyed our three day weekend with a trip to Morrow Bay. She had rented a convertible and drove us along the coast, the music blasting as we sang at the top of our voices. We spent the days on the beach, walked the long stretch of sand, ate great food, drank too many long island ice teas, and laughed like we used to when we were young girls.
By Frances Leah King13 days ago in Fiction
Harbinger of Despair. Top Story - March 2026.
Who was he but just a man? To feel the weight of the world on his shoulders, he was no Atlas. Yet his bowed stance and tender neck suggested otherwise. It came to him in a dream: the absent stoking of an everlasting flame. A gnarled finger pointed towards an inevitable end, a sign that couldn't be ignorantly shaded; recurrence made sure of it. He didn't remember how long it had been going on; time didn't matter at this point. He just knew it was long enough to be petrified to fall asleep.
By James U. Rizzi14 days ago in Fiction