Holiday
I Married a Ghost. Last Night, He Served Me Divorce Papers. AI-Generated.
The divorce papers appeared at 3:07 AM. One moment: empty pillow. Next moment: parchment thick as graveyard soil, smelling of bergamot and decay. Ink the color of dried blood spelled out *Silas Alistair Thorne v. Elara June Finch*. A wax seal pulsed with cold blue light.
By Wondermind6 months ago in Fiction
The Midnight Bargain: When My Brother's Voice Cracked a Decade of Silence. AI-Generated.
3:17 AM The phone’s vibration drilled into the silence like a bone saw. I fumbled blindly, squinting at the screen. The name flashing there—*Jake*—felt like a ghost punching me in the throat. Ten years. Three thousand six hundred fifty days of radio silence. And now this. 3 AM. The hour of emergencies and drunks.
By Wondermind6 months ago in Fiction
Beneath the Basement Floor
Previously... Hira has uncovered pieces of a disturbing truth: her name tied to a psychiatric record she doesn’t remember, voicemails from her own voice, and a child claiming to be forgotten. A mysterious mirror message begged for help. Photos show her with a girl she doesn’t know. And now, in the basement of her building, an ancient wooden box and a tape revealed chilling therapy sessions she supposedly had.
By Abid Ali Khan6 months ago in Fiction
Voicemails from the Past
The Story So Far… Hira's new life in Ridge Town has unraveled into something twisted. Strange voices. Photos of her taken in secret. A man — or a presence — living in apartment 7B. And now, her own image staring into the camera while she sleeps.
By Abid Ali Khan6 months ago in Fiction
The House That Waits at the Edge of the Fog
1. The Arrival Elena had seen the house in her dreams long before she ever found it. It sat quietly at the edge of a fading forest, shrouded in fog that moved like breath across the hills. Windows like closed eyes. A door like a secret no one wanted to tell.
By Silas Blackwood6 months ago in Fiction
The Last Dance Again
The wooden floor creaked beneath Oliver’s feet as he stepped into the long-abandoned community hall. Dust hung in the air like a memory refusing to settle, and faded streamers still clung desperately to the ceiling beams, remnants of happier days. It had been twenty-five years since he last danced here, but tonight, he came back — alone, but not empty.
By NIAZ Muhammad6 months ago in Fiction
5 Ways a Caterer Makes Your Party More Memorable
Ever spent your own party running between the oven and the drinks table while your guests mingled without you? Hosting should be fun—not stressful. That’s where a great caterer changes everything. With professional help, your party transforms from basic to unforgettable.
By Graz'n Gourmet6 months ago in Fiction
