Fiction
Working Late
It’s 5:35 p.m., and Mikaela is at my desk wearing a smile that I can’t reciprocate, but I try. I can’t help it; it’s involuntary. She gives me hope. I have had a stressful day in the end. All my daydreaming eventually replaced by stacks of work. My groinal discomfort replaced by an irritable fidgeting caused by stress. But there’s camomile in her smile. She soothes the stress away with minimal effort, and now I’m in her debt. I fear I’m in so deep I’ll never get out of it.
By Simon George7 months ago in Chapters
The Ember and the Crown - Part 5
The false Queen's body hadn’t yet cooled when the first birdsong of dawn touched the cracked windows of the throne hall. The scent of sorcery, ozone, blood, scorched vellum, still clung to the air like a storm that refused to pass. Light broke through fractured glass high above, casting shards of gold and red across the ruined marble floor, where Elira knelt with her fingers brushing the ashes of the broken glamour sigil.
By Richard Bailey7 months ago in Chapters
The Ember and the Crown - Part 4
Rain traced silver rivers down the glasswork spires of Drevril’s upper court, the storm cloaking the palace in a veil of soft thunder and distant lightning. Below, within the East Gildhall, laughter spilled through stained crystal like wine from an overfilled goblet—fragrant, rich, and sharp with something spoiled beneath.
By Richard Bailey7 months ago in Chapters
The Day I Stopped Apologizing for Existing
The Day I Stopped Apologizing for Existing I’ve always been the type of person who apologizes to chairs. You know, the ones you bump into and go, “Oh sorry,” as if the chair might file a complaint for emotional damage.
By shittu adeola7 months ago in Chapters
How I Failed Miserably at Being a Morning Person
I once believed that becoming a morning person would magically fix my life. Instagram told me so. There were thousands of beautiful people sipping green smoothies at 5:00 a.m., journaling about gratitude, and greeting the sun like they’d just won the lottery of life. I wanted that. I wanted to be that person.
By shittu adeola7 months ago in Chapters
The Ember and the Crown - Part 3
The wind howled through Arlavorn’s spire district like a beast in mourning, clawing at the bone-white towers and rattling the glasswork domes that crowned the palace rooftops. Dust lifted in swirling eddies across the marbled streets as if the city itself were trying to breathe out the corruption settling in its lungs.
By Richard Bailey7 months ago in Chapters
Businesswoman Chapter 174
Back in business mending mode, Loreen looked at a company that produced microchips. She surveyed the plant where the chips saw production. As she went along, she soaked up even more knowledge than the research she had conducted the previous night.
By Skyler Saunders7 months ago in Chapters
Businesswoman Chapter 173
“Entrepreneur Paul” Atkinson scrolled through his socials. He noticed the glut of vanity driven vixens, wannabe influencers, and those squirming through the digital atmosphere. He sighed. When he saw the many too many account holders flaunting and gyrating while waving flags of graft he felt sickened.
By Skyler Saunders7 months ago in Chapters












