Fable
Just One Bite
- London, 1665 Count Nicholas Klaus stood on the cracked and tattered shingles, staring down into the ashen chimney. It had been a grueling flight from the North, and the Count was starving—literally starving. His hands quivered and his stomach cramped. For an ordinary man, a year-long fast would prove fatal, but Nicholas was no ordinary man. In fact, he was no man at all… not anymore.
By Devin Downing5 months ago in Fiction
The Sound of Rain That Never Falls. AI-Generated.
No one in Hollowbridge could remember the last time it had rained. The clouds gathered every evening, dark and heavy, but no drop ever touched the ground. People called it The Dry Storm, a strange curse that made thunder echo but never bless the soil.
By shakir hamid5 months ago in Fiction
UPDATE: The hotel laundry that runs itself after midnight
Hey everyone, It’s been about a week since my last post. I honestly didn’t plan on updating — I thought maybe I’d just scared myself too much, or imagined half of it. But things have gotten worse. Way worse.
By V-Ink Stories5 months ago in Fiction
[FOUND FOOTAGE UPDATE] About that hotel laundry post… the one that ran itself after midnight
Hey, I didn’t think I’d ever post here, but this feels important. I work at the same [REDACTED] Inn the last guy posted about — the one with the laundry that supposedly “runs itself after midnight.”
By V-Ink Stories5 months ago in Fiction
A Knock at the Door - The Ones Who Came to Utopia
The night was still until the knock came. It wasn’t the kind of knock you hear on a wooden door. This one rang out metallic, hollow, like iron struck from inside. Adam froze where he stood, his friends gathered around the empty building near the parking lot.
By Mingling with the Moon 5 months ago in Fiction
The Lighthouse Keeper’s Secret
The lighthouse stood at the edge of the jagged cliff, battered by relentless waves and crowned with a steady beam that cut through the darkness. To anyone passing by, it was a lonely sentinel, but to Thomas, it was home—a home of solitude, salt, and the rhythm of the sea.
By Zahoor khan5 months ago in Fiction










