Fable
Captive No More
In the suffocating darkness of a stone cell, a girl named Lila dreamed of freedom. She had been held captive for so long that the days and nights had blurred together, her world reduced to the sound of dripping water and the dull ache in her body. But Lila was no ordinary prisoner; she had a fire inside her, a flame that refused to be extinguished.
By Alexandra M Gesimondoabout a year ago in Fiction
Green
The air hung heavy with the scent of pine needles and damp earth, a symphony of green scents that filled the senses of young Finn. He lay sprawled on the moss-covered forest floor, his eyes tracing the intricate veins of a giant maple leaf. Green, he thought, was the color of life itself.
By Moharif Yuliantoabout a year ago in Fiction
The Echoes of "Dirt and Dregs": A Journey into Despair and Redemption
Introduction: The Power of Emotional Resonance in Fiction Witness to the Time Line: Stories break the bounds architects of time and space. Delving deep into the human condition, “Dirt and Dregs” does just that. Its themes of despair, resilience, and redemption reflect the fragility and strength of the human spirit. The themes, narrative style, and emotional depth of "Dirt and Dregs" are discussed in this article, along with the reason why this piece is still so poignant.
By Pranshu vermaabout a year ago in Fiction
Red
The crimson hues of dawn painted the sky, a vibrant counterpoint to the hushed whispers of the waking world. Elara, her eyes the color of bruised berries, watched the sunrise from her window. "Red," she breathed, the word tasting like fire on her tongue. "It's the color of passion, of danger, of life itself."
By Moharif Yuliantoabout a year ago in Fiction
Cindy
Cindy hated working Fridays. It wasn’t the sticky floors or stench of stale beer – though both were bad enough – it was the people. Fridays brought out the absolute worst kind of dive bar patrons: carousing finance bros, broke college kids that didn’t tip for their mixed shots, and bickering young women who toed the line of making a scene before realizing they were “bessst friendssss.”
By Daniel D'Agustinoabout a year ago in Fiction
The Last Library
I never meant to start a revolution. Honestly, at seventy-two, my most rebellious act was sneaking an extra cookie with my evening tea while Edgar, my judgmental cat (yes, named after Poe – literary nerds, represent), watched with disapproval.
By Ian Mark Ganutabout a year ago in Fiction
Blue and red fictional story
The air crackled with anticipation, the scent of ozone filling the cavernous hangar. Inside, a sleek, crimson fighter jet, the "Crimson Fury," hummed to life, its engines a symphony of power. Beside it, the "Azure Wraith," a sleek, blue interceptor, awaited its pilot.
By Moharif Yuliantoabout a year ago in Fiction
Detective Wolfman. Content Warning.
January 1st, 1925 might have been the start of a new year for The Wolfman, but not for most people. Most people were stuck in their old ways, getting lost in stories and rumors from the 1800’s selling everyone the same old narrative that The Wolfman was bad. Most people were wrong. Dead wrong. Detective Wolfman was determined to forge his own fate and prove he was a good guy, once and for all.
By Alex H Mittelman about a year ago in Fiction
Dirt and Dregs. Honorable Mention in Legends Rewritten Challenge. Top Story - January 2025.
"What the hell are you doing back here, man?" Dirt and glass crunched as the speaker, a slim fellow dressed in a clean, gray three-piece, slowly approached a pile of garbage at the end of the alley. The well-dressed man clicked on a flashlight and swept it across the dismal scene, as a huge, dark dog followed quietly behind.
By Gabriel Huizengaabout a year ago in Fiction
The Last Human Hour: A Viral Story About AI Companionship, Digital Isolation, and the Power of Human Connection
Story About AI Companionship, Digital Isolation, and the Power of Human Connection "In a world where digital companions have become our closest confidants, one woman's story challenges our understanding of genuine connection."
By Ian Mark Ganutabout a year ago in Fiction
