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The Hole in My Ceiling
The hole in my ceiling isn't quite ready. It isn't deep enough nor wide enough for me to slip into my upstairs neighbor's apartment.
By Kera Hollowa day ago in Fiction
The Castle In The Sky
Leaving the grounded, secure bedroom valley community Marylyn D Minor, pressing the gas pedal, commanded her modern travelling machine wheels, ‘accomplish your swirling motion’. Currently promoted, using respected voice over skills while professionally majoring in lyrical performing, the dedicated theatrical worker proceeded fulfilling a weekend commitment made generations ago, encouraging the enthusiastic personality ‘climb the neighboring mountainous region, honoring youthful recreational, awarding fun achievement activities, now defined as ‘lifetime, memories’.
By Marc OBriena day ago in Fiction
Blood Moon 2026
IN 8 DAYS THE ONLY BLOOD MOON OF 2026 HAPPENS. HERE IS WHAT YOU WILL MISS IF YOU SLEEP THROUGH IT. You will not get another chance this year. The March 3
By Marie381Uk 2 days ago in Fiction
The Amber Spires: Part Two
I sat on a small rickety stool outside the wide oak door that led into the dull interior of the taskmasters’ quarters, this was becoming a far too familiar scenario. Two weeks ago, it was a brawl outside an abandoned fuel station over a case of expired cans of vegetables that got overlooked during the last rounds of looting and rioting, and the week before that a precinct six blocks over burnt to the ground. Quelling riots before they ever happened became our duty, weather it was some strategy come down from the brains up top or the fight in the people had just died out none of us knew.
By Brier2 days ago in Fiction
What Is Love?
The train station always smelled like rain and unfinished goodbyes. Mara loved it for that exact reason. She came there when she needed to feel small—when life felt too loud, too demanding, too sure of itself. The station didn’t expect anything from her. Trains arrived. Trains left. Nobody asked why.
By Imran Pisani2 days ago in Fiction
What Is Romance?
In the city where streetlights buzzed like tired stars and the sidewalks remembered every footstep, there lived two people who didn’t know they were slowly orbiting each other.
By Imran Pisani2 days ago in Fiction
The Haiku of Now
This morning, the kettle almost sang. It didn’t whistle loudly the way it usually does. It trembled at the edge of sound, a soft rising hum that seemed unsure whether it wanted to exist. I stood in the kitchen, watching the thin ribbon of steam curl upward, disappearing into nothing. For a moment, I forgot to reach for it.
By ANAS KHAN2 days ago in Fiction
The Weight of the Sky
Everyone knows Atlas holds up the sky. Children draw him in blue crayon: a straining man beneath a round, obedient globe. Teachers say he was punished for defying the gods. Priests say his endurance is noble. Poets say the sky is heavy with stars and fate.
By Lori A. A.2 days ago in Fiction
The Wandering Soul
The Wandering Soul Where you go, I will go; where you stay, I will stay. The air in Naomi’s home felt thick with the scent of dried lavender and woodsmoke. Beneath it was another smell, metallic, bitter, that no amount of dried herbs and flowers could hide.
By Claire McAllen2 days ago in Fiction
MIDNIGHT ON FRIDAY. Content Warning.
“Midnight on Friday” is a voice driven story about what happens when ordinary people are pushed past the edge and still find a way to keep moving.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 days ago in Fiction
What's in a Name
With a name like Mart Lindblast, you know there’s going to be trouble. No, you didn’t get that wrong. I said Mart, not Marty, not Martin, just Mart. You know, like K or Valu or Kwik-E. Mart. It’s just not the kind of name that lends itself to anything going right.
By Misty Rae2 days ago in Fiction
Frank-hearted and happy. Top Story - February 2026.
Four walls. That's all she had to look at, along with a dirt floor and the ceiling. The door had a small window with a little door that could be opened from the outside. But that hadn't happened much in the time she'd been in here.
By Raine Fielder2 days ago in Fiction