Horror
Sage
I discovered Camden Town through my sister, Tasha, who moved there when she was twenty. She was studying art at some red-brick university and the room she rented above a kebab shop doubled as a studio. To me, her work was just senseless globs of paint. I could never understand how a tutor could grade anything so abstract.
By Matthew Batham14 days ago in Fiction
Flash Fiction - Lanterns
“I don’t understand, Grandpa. Can you tell me again?” The old man sighed heavily. He turned to look out the window, which was coated by a layer of winter frost. It was still early, but the darkness had already crept in, adding dark edges to the ice on the window. “It’s an offering, boy.”
By John Watson14 days ago in Fiction
Pancakes Made with Love
Last year when I woke up to the smell of pancakes it was great. Now it isn’t as good as it used to be. I got out of bed this morning to find a stack of them on the table. A small pat of soy butter on top of them. Pumpkin jelly is in between the pancakes that were made. And a huge amount of my favorite syrup poured on top. Along with some scrambled vegan eggs with cheese melted throughout.
By Raphael Fontenelle15 days ago in Fiction
How to Make Toast. Content Warning.
How to Make Toast Step 1: Choose Your Bread It’s important to select a strong, hearty bread that can withstand whichever toppings you choose to add. Whether it’s crunchy peanut butter or a bit of jam, find a bread that’s suited for the job.
By douglas woloss16 days ago in Fiction
Caretakers: Part 1. Top Story - December 2025.
-------- Author's Note ------- Before going any further, I would like to give a quick heads up. I'm trying something a little different with this story. In the past I've lost momentum writing longer pieces. But, this is a story I've had brewing since 2018 and I think in order to get it out there, I'm going to release it in chunks. I'm not sure how many we'll end up with but what you're about to read is a mystery/thriller set in the same town as a previous story I wrote, "Blue Heron Creek". Thank you for giving this a read and... be careful when you check into Mercy Regional Hospital... The morgue doesn't have the only thing rotten...
By Sandor Szabo17 days ago in Fiction
Syncope
The clinic looked like nothing. It had no windows, no signage, and no presence except the faint antiseptic tang that clung to your skin even after leaving. The walls inside glowed with a colorless intensity that didn’t register as light so much as pressure.
By Fatal Serendipity17 days ago in Fiction






