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Rain
Side A: Cassie I was sobbing. So, Imagine my surprise a knock came thudding. Boom, Boom It was enough to leave me confused. I was certain no one had followed me home, even through the haze of my tears. On the bus, I had tried to hide the fact that I was crying, keeping my head down and pretending to scroll through my phone. By the time I reached my apartment and locked the door behind me, a cold shiver ran through me.
By Lacie Grayson4 months ago in Fiction
Echoes of Solace
The knock came just after midnight. Three sharp, deliberate ramps that echoed through the apartment like a warning. I froze, gripping the edge of the kitchen counter, heart hammering. No one should be here. Not at this hour. Not in my building.
By Marlowe Solace4 months ago in Fiction
The Bitter Revenge . Content Warning. AI-Generated.
When Kwadwo was twelve he learned the rules of his world without anyone spelling them out. His father’s shoes were blacker than other fathers’; his mother’s silver bangles chimed at dinner the way a metronome kept time. Their home on the hill had its own address in the city’s polite gossip — a white house with wide windows and a garden that never looked neglected. That house taught him, quietly and insistently, that people bent and made room around people like them.
By Justice Logics4 months ago in Fiction
A Knock at the Door
The knock, when it came, was so soft that Elara almost mistook it for the wind nudging a branch against the eaves. She paused, her knitting needles freezing mid-stitch. The little cottage was silent, save for the crackle of the fire in the hearth. It was a deep, introspective silence she had cultivated for years, a buffer against the noise of a world that had moved on without her.
By Evanthia Giannou4 months ago in Fiction
The Weight of Light
The first time Saira noticed the crack in her reflection, she was washing dishes at 2 AM, unable to sleep again. In the kitchen window’s dark mirror, where her temple should have been, there was a diamond-shaped opening — not a wound, but a window. Through it, a solitary streetlamp stood against midnight blue, its amber cone of light falling on empty pavement like a held breath.
By Prompted Beauty4 months ago in Fiction
The Weight of Unanswered Doors
The Debt of Regret By: Abdul Muhammad Silas was a collector of ghosts. Not the kind that rattled chains, but the kind that settled in the soul with the weight of lead and the chill of forgotten mornings. He was a Regret Eater, the best in the city. For a price, he would listen, absorb, and take. He would carry the burden so others wouldn't have to.
By Abdul Muhammad 4 months ago in Fiction
My Bones Pick Up the Signal
My Bones Pick Up the Signal By: Abdul Muhammad The silence had teeth. It was a cold, gnawing thing that bit at the edges of Elara’s consciousness the moment she turned out the light. For three years, since the Great Unraveling of her life—a divorce, a funeral, a quiet shattering—sleep had become a foreign country she could no longer visa into. Pills left her groggy and haunted. Meditation was a cruel joke. The only thing that worked was the static.
By Abdul Muhammad 4 months ago in Fiction
