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A Shot in the Heart. Top Story - October 2025.
Chantilly took her slice of cake, along with a glass of milk, into the living room to eat while she watched the latest episode of her favorite daytime talk show. Settling onto the chintz-covered couch, she turned the TV on with the remote, switching the channels until she found the one she was searching for. Today was her first day of vacation, and even though Franklin had to work all week, she had every intention of enjoying it to the hilt.
By Mother Combs4 months ago in Fiction
Chemtrails. Top Story - October 2025.
I lay in the grass, blades tickling the back of my ears and the nape of my neck. The sky is streaked with cirrus clouds, wispy and waif-like. Something stands out among them, though—a little airplane. It travels softly through the sky. It is slow and without care. Though it seems to last forever—a tiny snail slugging its way across the open sidewalk—if you missed it passing by you might have never known it was there.
By Raine Neal4 months ago in Fiction
Short Story: 'The Man Who Dreamed About Butterflies'. AI-Generated.
Introduction This story is for anyone who has loved deeply and lost gently. It’s for those who see signs in the quiet, who hear whispers in scripture, and who believe that transformation is real. Inspired by the Psalms and the sacred hush of grief, this is Elijah’s journey—and perhaps yours too.🦋
By Margaret Minnicks4 months ago in Fiction
"The Forgotten Promise
The Forgotten Promise Ayesha, now a renowned architect, stood at the edge of a glittering skyline. Glass towers rose around her like patient sentinels, catching the last gold of the day. They were her work—the proof that a small-town girl could build a life in steel and light.
By Idrees khan4 months ago in Fiction
💞 Some People Are Rare
💞 Some People Are Rare The old library glowed in the dim evening light. Dust danced like tiny stars in the air, caught between golden streaks from the tall windows. The world outside moved fast — cars honked, people talked, life rushed — but inside, silence reigned like an ancient secret.
By New stAr writer 4 months ago in Fiction
Parental Fear
The Knock She sat restlessly on the couch staring blankly at the TV. Her daughter, at the mall with her friends, was 10 minutes late, and her son, at his friend’s house, was going on 5 minutes late already. She shifted between angry and scared with each second of the clock.
By Timothy A Rowland4 months ago in Fiction
Too Much, Too Late
There is a sharp knock at the door, but I’m not expecting anyone. Damn — I’m standing in my kitchen, dressed in my comfortable but tatty sarong, in no way presentable for visitors. I mean seriously, who rocks up unannounced in this day and age anyway?
By Colleen Millsteed 4 months ago in Fiction
The Library at the Edge of Dreams
M Mehran No one knew when the library appeared. One morning, the townspeople of Merrinfield woke to find a tall glass building standing at the edge of the river — a place that hadn’t been there the day before. It shimmered faintly, like sunlight caught on water. There was no sign, no doorbell, only a single line etched into the glass:
By Muhammad Mehran4 months ago in Fiction
A Night in the Devil’s Arms
A Night in the Devil’s Arms The manor’s silence pressed around Eleanor like a living thing, heavy and expectant. Each footfall on the polished stone seemed amplified, as though the walls themselves were listening, judging, savoring. The man who had met her at the door, whose presence radiated a wickedness so precise it might have been carved from the night itself, he watched her with quiet amusement.
By Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Fiction
