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Memory
All he had in his life was memory. The house sagged beneath the weight of years, timber groaning under rain and neglect. He moved through its narrow halls like a ghost, brushing dust from the shelves, touching remnants of lives once lived. Each object held her imprint, every shadow whispered her name.
By Vincent Otiri5 months ago in Fiction
Duty
All he had in his life was duty. The armor leaned against the wall, dented and scratched by decades of war. Each mark was a story, a memory of battles fought under scorching suns and storm-filled skies. His hands trembled as he polished the breastplate, tracing the gouges like a map of every life he had taken, every friend he had lost.
By Vincent Otiri5 months ago in Fiction
Silence
All he had in his life was silence. The hollow bell in the temple no longer sang; its bronze throat was cracked from years of neglect. Dust lay thick upon the altar, motes dancing lazily in the dying candlelight, like ghosts of prayers long forgotten. The incense he lit fought the air, sweet and sharp, but it could not mask the stench of absence.
By Vincent Otiri5 months ago in Fiction
Coffee Shop at the End of the World
Maya had always believed that the world would end with fire or ice, maybe a bang or a whimper—anything but the gentle hum of an espresso machine and the soft jazz playing from speakers that had seen better days. Yet here she was, wiping down tables at Brew & Beyond while the sky outside painted itself in shades of amber and crimson that had nothing to do with sunset.
By Fazal Ur Rahman5 months ago in Fiction
From the Eyes of a Princess
The starlight lingered among the whitecaps and waves, glittering like gems in the surf. Gulls called distantly and the roar of brackish water barely reached her as the waves slammed against the stone pillars of the harbor. Air hung thick with the scent of sea salt, though there was no lazy breeze wafting from the ocean. The night was moonless, dark and somehow more still than it should be. It was calm…uncanny.
By R.C. McLeod5 months ago in Fiction
Abandoned
October 16, 2017 It was the middle of the night when we found it. The road had been empty for miles and miles in both directions, we would’ve missed it ourselves if it hadn’t been for the clasp of lightning that lit up the sky as we flew through the blinding storm.
By Parsley Rose 5 months ago in Fiction
Heavely Seas - Chapter 14
Theo would do anything for his Mummy Dearest. The poor woman was so heartbroken over the death of her eldest son. She brought Calvin into the world and was also the one who made him leave. Little Heath wasn’t quite himself either. Theo knew what he had to do. He had to bring his brothers back for her.
By Chloe Gilholy5 months ago in Fiction
Honor. Top Story - August 2025.
All he had in his life was honor. In the corner of his small bedchamber, a smoldering ancestral votive with notes of incense, jasmine, and wildflower fought the stench of the world beyond. It was a futile effort. Moonlight reflected off his sword reverently held between two wooden pedestals. It was his father’s blade, cooled with honor by blood of the Emperor’s enemies.
By Matthew J. Fromm5 months ago in Fiction
The View
You have not spoken since we began the climb, though neither have I. Still, our silences are not the same. Yours is a silence devoured, pulled inward, swallowed whole by the little black box in your hand. That dark mirror world, always buzzing, always demanding. It holds you hostage. You walk half-present, glancing up only to keep from stumbling. Whatever world you’re in, it is not this one.
By Alyssa Cherise5 months ago in Fiction
The Remnance of Michael McCormack . Content Warning.
I have so many words, but I'm flustered beyond belief when I sit down to write this note. Who was Michael McCormack? Some would say he was the best friend nobody knew they had, some would say he was excellent in school, his friends and family would claim he was a special talent taken too soon.
By Parsley Rose 5 months ago in Fiction
