Classical
The Secrets my Mother Kept
Three days had passed since Alexander's father missed his birthday. Three days of careful conversations and avoided glances. Three days of Sydney sleeping in the guest room instead of going back to her apartment, though no one talked about why. Three days of Gran cooking elaborate breakfasts that no one ate and Grandpa Marcus taking longer and longer fishing trips.
By Parsley Rose 5 months ago in Fiction
Cast No Shadow
The road takes all. She laid atop him, thigh against thigh, breath heavy on his neck. The first light of morning registered through the window slats, painting the rough and worn floorboards a dazzlingly soft orange. The movements, the breaths, all performative at best: hers for the coin in the offing, his because his thoughts were far from the dingy rented bedroom. Liquor, women, God–all failed to draw his mind away from the horizon.
By Matthew J. Fromm5 months ago in Fiction
The Stranger Who Knew My Name. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
I still remember the evening it all began. It was early autumn, the kind of night when the air feels crisp, and the streets glow faintly under the flicker of old street lamps. I had just left the bookstore, clutching a novel I had been waiting to read, when I felt the distinct sensation of being watched.
By Tariq Ahmad5 months ago in Fiction
The magic garden . Honorable Mention in The Shape of the Thing Challenge.
“O-Once upon a time,” she started, her eyes luminous from the light gleaming from the large window of the small room. Her quick expression darted around, looking about carefully, and then, longingly, at her family. She said much clearer and with a resounding nod:
By Melissa Ingoldsby5 months ago in Fiction
The Candle Maker’s Secret
The shop smelled of beeswax, honey, and secrets. When my grandmother passed, she left me two things: her creaky, clapboard house and her beloved candle shop, “The Wick’s End.” The will had one peculiar instruction: “Elara, you must keep making the candles. The recipe is in the red book. Do not deviate.”
By Habibullah5 months ago in Fiction
The Enchanted Threads of Time
Hook / Intro No one knew that a simple stitch could alter the fate of an entire city—until Sofia discovered the enchanted fabric. In Nueva Estrella, a city famous for its vibrant streets and ancient legends, her little fabric shop seemed ordinary—but hidden within it were enchanted threads and destinies waiting to be unraveled. Every customer, every fabric, every stitch held the potential to reveal a story that could change lives. This was more than a fantasy story—it was a living magical realism tale interwoven with history, hope, and personal growth.
By ✦•············• Freelancer •············✦5 months ago in Fiction
AI Retold: The Three Little Pigs. AI-Generated.
[[ This is the second of an exploratory series where I prompt modern AI to retell classic fairy tales or fables, mainly out of curiosity to see what the AI extracts from the process and results in. In this case, it was Copilot with the Smart feature, probably running some iteration of GPT-5.
By Taylor Inman5 months ago in Fiction
