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Borrowed Moon
The first time I saw the sign, I thought it was a joke.White chalk on the café blackboard, right under the croissant doodle: Borrow the Moon. Returns due by dawn. Price listed as “suggested donation,” which is either generous or ominous depending on your week.
By Milan Milic3 months ago in Fiction
JETT THE DRAXXION
There was once a weak boy named Jett, who was often insulted because of his skinny and fragile body. His classmates mocked and bullied him constantly. Although the anger built up inside him, Jett didn’t know how to respond. He endured the humiliation silently but always wished that one day, if he ever gained power, he would make those who tormented him regret their actions.
By ikechukwu michael3 months ago in Fiction
Moon’s Gift to the Blind Girl
Elara’s world was not dark. People called her blind, but that was their word, born from their own fear of the absence of light. Her world was built of sound and scent and texture. The rough bark of the old oak was a story of strength. The scent of rain on dry earth was a complex symphony. But the one thing that remained an abstract concept was the Moon.
By Habibullah3 months ago in Fiction
Audrey and Brandon
One afternoon on her way home from school, Audrey decided to stop by the library. She had a few hours of alone time each weekday now that her mom started a new job. It was nice to have the house to herself, but it was getting boring, so she wanted to find a new hangout place. She went to the second floor and sat down at a table to do her homework. The quiet, relaxing environment made it easy for her to focus, and before long, her work was finished.
By Leah Flesher3 months ago in Fiction
Under The Dome Light. Content Warning.
Part I — The Long Night (The Weight Before The Fall) The parking lot was a cracked, yellow-lit disaster. Cars sat abandoned, forgotten. Our old Tahoe looked wrecked in the back, windows fogged, one headlight out. The inside light blinked, flashing over piles of clothes, a crushed soda can, and the smell of old coffee and damp blankets.
By Andrew Van Beever3 months ago in Fiction
The Window Everyone Forgets. AI-Generated.
When Rehan moved into the quiet hill cottage, he wasn’t looking for magic — only silence. After years of city noise, heartbreak, and a life that felt too heavy to carry, he wanted peace. The cottage was old, wrapped in moss and forgotten flowers. Locals told him it once belonged to a writer who disappeared without a trace.
By shakir hamid3 months ago in Fiction
The Moon That Chased the Sun
For eons, their dance was the clockwork of the universe. The Sun was a king of fierce, glorious light, painting the world in bold strokes of gold and blue. The Moon was his quiet queen, softening his harsh edges with her gentle silver, weaving dreams into the night. But they were never together. The cosmos, in its infinite wisdom, had decreed they must forever be apart, their love a constant, heartbreaking near-miss.
By Habibullah3 months ago in Fiction
A Message Written in Moon Dust
Dr. Aris Thorne was a geologist, a woman of rock and reason. The first human mission to the lunar farside was her life's work. As her lander settled into the dust of the Mendeleev Basin, a place of eternal Earth-shadow, her heart beat with a purely scientific thrill. She was here to read the moon's oldest stories, written in stone.
By Habibullah3 months ago in Fiction
