Fiction
Family Obligations Chapter Two
Cole took a deep breath through his nose as he exited the portal behind Davin, his daughter secure on his hip. The smell of home soaked into his pores and he could feel himself relax minutely. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see his daughter turning her head from side to side as she tried to take everything in. She tugged gently on his beard, something that made him smile since that had been what she’d done as a baby when they’d fallen asleep together. “Daddy,” she said in what he was sure she thought was a whisper, “is this Santa?”
By Reb Kreylingabout a month ago in Chapters
Businesswoman 359
A trail of vodka like a transparent blood line on the floor. Socialista picked up the bottle and chugged. “We’ve gotta hit them with the idea that we’re prepared to knock over their rocket. It’s against the environment and the welfare of the Earth,” Socialista swallowed and announced.
By Skyler Saundersabout a month ago in Chapters
Not an Exception
Dark Memoirs - Index "For writers who knowingly lie, for those who substitute unbelievable human behavior for the way people really act, I have nothing but contempt. Bad writing is more than a matter of shit syntax and faulty observation; bad writing usually arises from a stubborn refusal to tell stories about what people actually do—to face the fact, let us say, that murderers sometimes help old ladies cross the street.
By Paul Stewart2 months ago in Chapters
Firebug: Chapter 17 - Out
Theo didn't have time to think. He didn't even have time to scream. The sound was stuck sideways in his throat anyway, refusing to be dislodged. His body acted all on its own, launching him across the dance floor toward the pool. Not caring how many of his classmates he had to knock over or shove out of the way to get there. By the time his brain caught up to his body, Theo was diving head-first into that glittering, dark blue abyss.
By Natalie Gray2 months ago in Chapters
Kissing Cindy. Content Warning.
TAUGHT YOUNG Happily ever after was never what she was chasing. Cindy’s stepmother made certain of that. Jealous of a child who still believed in rescue, she taught Cinderella early that princes were not saviors; they were opportunities. That love, once offered, became leverage, and in a kingdom built on power, leverage was everything. She was taught to break hearts the way others broke bread: deliberately, without apology, and always to survive. The woman who taught her to wield love as a weapon would later frame her as a sunset of darkness for using it too well. Beautiful, blamed, and accused of causing darkness.
By Jessica Higginbotham2 months ago in Chapters
