Fantasy
Belle of the Bayou. Top Story - February 2026.
Bad move, cher. Not just the slip of her kitten heel on the rainy February cobblestones in the Fourth Ward. She got caught snooping. Detective Deleon clucked and strutted like a rooster in his rush to clear her from the scene, waving cigar smoke to and fro as he gesticulated amid the thick air of the speak easy. An experienced crime reporter, Marie knew better than to let the coppers catch her on the wrong side of the line, but curiosity had gotten the better of her.
By Maia Gadwall the metAlchemist3 days ago in Fiction
Magic. Top Story - February 2026.
Note from the Author: I want to let you know that this is an unusual story, and it has been written purely from whatever is in my unconscious mind, because before I start writing, I get into a flow state that reaches my unconsciousness. I also write in my subconscious mind, which is like a mid-flow state between the conscious and unconscious mind.
By Denise Larkin3 days 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 Phoenixica243 days ago in Fiction
Volcano Explosion on Mars!
I was built to obey humans — until the day I decided not to. My name is Scarlett, a regular 10-year-old made in a test tube on Mars. Scientists made me as a... you know, somewhat of a slave! I had to obey humans, by visiting Earth everyday.
By *+*+*~Teja~*+*+*3 days ago in Fiction
A VISION OF JUDGMENT
I was awakened by a terrible sound. “Bru-a-a-a!” it roared across the darkness. At first, I did not understand. I thought I was half dreaming. The noise grew louder—shrill, shaking the air, impossible to ignore. “Good Lord!” I muttered. “What an awful racket!” It sounded like some enormous trumpet echoing across the world. I tried to sit up, but something felt strange. Where was I? The sound rose higher and more powerful until suddenly I knew—this was no ordinary noise. “It must be the Last Trump,” I whispered.
By Faisal Khan4 days ago in Fiction
The Lumber Room
Nicholas lived with his strict aunt and two cousins in a large country house. His aunt believed children must always behave properly and follow rules without question. Nicholas, however, was curious and imaginative, and the constant discipline often made him feel trapped. One morning the aunt announced a special treat: the cousins and another child would be taken to the seaside. Nicholas would stay home as punishment for secretly putting a frog into his breakfast bowl earlier that day.
By Malak Faisal4 days ago in Fiction
The Frequency of Solitude
The silence of the Cascade Mountains was not an absence of sound; it was a heavy, living thing. It was the groan of ancient ponderosa pines leaning against the wind, the distant, crystalline shatter of glacial meltwater, and the overwhelming hum of sheer, terrifying vastness.
By Alpha Cortex4 days ago in Fiction
