Fable
The Last Garden on Earth
The world had forgotten what green looked like. Cities were made of metal and ash, skies were silver with dust, and oceans were mirrors of poison. For thirty years, humanity had lived under domes that filtered air and light — a sterile cage built to protect them from the wasteland they had created.
By Muhammad zahoor3 months ago in Fiction
Rain
Side A: Cassie I was sobbing. So, Imagine my surprise a knock came thudding. Boom, Boom It was enough to leave me confused. I was certain no one had followed me home, even through the haze of my tears. On the bus, I had tried to hide the fact that I was crying, keeping my head down and pretending to scroll through my phone. By the time I reached my apartment and locked the door behind me, a cold shiver ran through me.
By Lacie Grayson3 months ago in Fiction
A Knock at the Door
The knock, when it came, was so soft that Elara almost mistook it for the wind nudging a branch against the eaves. She paused, her knitting needles freezing mid-stitch. The little cottage was silent, save for the crackle of the fire in the hearth. It was a deep, introspective silence she had cultivated for years, a buffer against the noise of a world that had moved on without her.
By Evanthia Giannou3 months ago in Fiction
The Bracken Will Wither
What happens when the looking eye notices you? That was a question Donald Finnegan asked himself as he was transfixed, bent over the door to the old cellar of the bar, where a saline-dripping, large iris looked from side to side before focusing on him. Salt crusted the handle as a thin layer of sea mist rose from under the door. As he knew full well the door led to nothing but an old, unused storeroom and then the thick back wall of the bar, he put it down to the whisky. He fell backwards, turned away, and ignored it. Daft bastard.
By Paul Stewart3 months ago in Fiction
Knock for Hearts
No! Scott’s heart pounded in his chest at the abrupt knock at the door. He flailed and flopped to the ground, the anxiety rendered him clueless on what to do. From where he lay with his chest heaving in and out, he could still see the news report on the TV:
By Noelle Spaulding 4 months ago in Fiction
The Blinking Reality. Top Story - October 2025.
The beeping invades my mind like a probe, a thin, needle-sharp sound boring into my skull. I try to open my eyes but they are taped shut, and the thin adhesive pulls uncomfortably at my skin. Then I hear the nurse say, ‘You are safe; you are in the hospital. Please try to relax.’
By Sam H Arnold4 months ago in Fiction
Parental Fear
The Knock She sat restlessly on the couch staring blankly at the TV. Her daughter, at the mall with her friends, was 10 minutes late, and her son, at his friend’s house, was going on 5 minutes late already. She shifted between angry and scared with each second of the clock.
By Timothy A Rowland4 months ago in Fiction
The Library at the Edge of Dreams
M Mehran No one knew when the library appeared. One morning, the townspeople of Merrinfield woke to find a tall glass building standing at the edge of the river — a place that hadn’t been there the day before. It shimmered faintly, like sunlight caught on water. There was no sign, no doorbell, only a single line etched into the glass:
By Muhammad Mehran4 months ago in Fiction
