Steph Marie

Joined February 2021

42 stories

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I write web content professionally but I'd rather live off my fiction, somehow. I love all things spooky, thrilling, and mysterious. Gaming and my horses fill my non-writing free time <3

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Through 6B. Honorable Mention in Through the Keyhole Challenge.
“I think that’s everything you need to know,” the superintendent said, setting down the bags he’d carried to her new apartment. “6D. Here’s your key. Lose it and it’s a hundred bucks to replace.”
By Steph Marie2 months ago in Fiction
Operation Sea Spray
Semi-retired surgical nurse Irene Callahan mostly enjoyed her short, late-night shifts at Stanford University Hospital. They matched her husband’s volunteer shifts and allowed her to sleep in.
By Steph Marie7 months ago in History
House of Masks. Top Story - June 2025.
I don’t remember beating him. Stabbing him. That’s what I keep telling them. The detective. The doctor. The woman with the clipboard and thick glasses who looks at me like I’m dead to her. I keep repeating it, hoping it’ll eventually mean something: “I don’t remember. I swear.”
By Steph Marie7 months ago in Horror
Inheritance Clause
The letter arrived, no stamp, no name. My grandfather died, but I feel no shame. We were estranged, he disliked how I roam.
By Steph Marie8 months ago in Poets
Ink and Clouds . Top Story - May 2025.
He saw it in her eyes. The heartbreak. The past. The artist knew he’d ink whatever she asked. He didn't expect her to let him make a choice.
By Steph Marie8 months ago in Poets
The Girl Who Stole a Star
“Did you know I climbed the water tower once?” Marley said to the stranger on the bench. “Oh yeah?” He said, flipping the newspaper.
By Steph Marie8 months ago in Poets
Resonance Ink
Amira stood before the mirror and admired her swirling gold tattoos. She wore a fitted, sleeveless, cropped tank top and short shorts. She tied her hair in a high pony, swiped on some lip gloss, and stepped out to meet her personal Golden Mask shuttle.
By Steph Marie8 months ago in Futurism
The Moon That Watched Everyone Get Everything They Wanted. Runner-Up in Tomorrow’s Utopia Challenge.
I love to watch the water move. Tonight, it moves just a little; just enough to lick at her feet—enough for her to stop walking. I’ve learned that when the sea moves without cause, they pause. They almost wonder. She turns to face the open water and smiles - enough to light up her face, but not enough to reach her eyes. I shine brighter, hoping she’ll look up. But she never does. The water laps up further, covering her ankles. She steps back.
By Steph Marie9 months ago in Futurism
White and Black and Grey
“Okay, class, let’s open our books to page three, and we’ll begin the day with a drawing exercise.” Mrs. Winter wore a cheery smile as books opened and papers shuffled. Satisfied with the sea of quiet, waiting children, she read the prompt out loud, “Draw a scene where every figure is connected to each other to represent harmonious relationships.”
By Steph Marie9 months ago in Futurism
Empathy Patch
Ryn scrolled Algora over breakfast, mildly interested in the day's issues. “The Capital proposes new funding for affordable homes South of Vell. Owner and CEO hopes this will reduce financial hardship on low-stability families.”
By Steph Marie9 months ago in Futurism
Regarding the Death of Lilith Raine
I’m tired. 1 Nothing helps. Not therapy, not the pills, not hiding. Not pretending I’m fine when I’m not. Nothing can relieve the guilt, the shame, the horror. 2
By Steph Marie9 months ago in Fiction
Fall From Grace
Daniel sat stiffly in the 45th-floor waiting room, fingers tapping nervously against the chair’s armrest. The fluorescent lights buzzed soothingly but did little to settle his nerves. His phone had died, and he stared at the thick fog rolling past the windows. He’d been waiting for what felt like hours, but his mind refused to settle.
By Steph Marie9 months ago in Fiction