Historical
The Lantern in the Fog
The fog settled over the village like a blanket soaked in silence. At first it was gentle, wrapping the streets in a quiet hush. But as night deepened, it thickened into something heavier, almost alive, crawling along the cobblestones and slipping into the cracks of every home. It was not the kind of fog that simply blurred the edges of things. This fog carried a chill that touched the marrow, a weight that pressed on the heart, and whispered doubts in voices that sounded eerily familiar.
By Sound and Spiritabout a month ago in Fiction
I'm Ready: Love More to Be More
A CyberPunk De-claration of Love We are in grave crisis as these dark times, testing our souls and will to exist. We, the New Post Bred, have learned from the CyberPunks that we are really just part of the electronic and part human in the savage jungle of life. Thriving in multi-realities known as cyberspace, which exists as an extension of our electric minds or our virtual multiverse of life.
By SAMURAI SAM AND WILD DRAGONSabout a month ago in Fiction
Patriots. Expatriates.
The white china cup clattered against the serving plate as the train hit a soft bump. He stared glassy-eyed as the coffee within swirled. Mountains flitted by his window, their gray dominance only interrupted by the lush green landscape at their base.
By Matthew J. Frommabout a month ago in Fiction
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⚡🌵↯~Located in the Mule Mountains of southern Arizona is the Sonoran desert. In the Year of Our Lord 1880, troves of minerals & metals were discovered in that rocky terrain by a prospector named Judge DeWitt Bisbee.
By Lightning Bolt ⚡about a month ago in Fiction
The Curious case of The Temporal Anomaly.
Sherlock Holmes arrived at King’s Cross Station with precious few minutes to spare. He planned on boarding the 10:17 train to Highbury Street...but he stepped onto the curious new Platform 8.5 with a raised eyebrow. The brass placard looked freshly bolted, the numbering illogical. Even the air felt wrong - a faint scent of hot iron and sagebrush drifting where London fog should have been.
By Novel Allenabout a month ago in Fiction
Corona Ruined My Life
Corona Ruined My Life. True Story I published this a while ago on here. This is my repost. I had never publicly written anything and submitted it. There it was, my thoughts and feelings on my iPad screen. I felt like a proper writer, yes, me.
By George’s Girl 2026 about a month ago in Fiction
