Psychological
Just Say It, Already. AI-Generated.
“I’m not impatient,” I said, already hearing her next six words stacking like loose teeth behind her lips. “I’m efficient. You people treat conversations like IKEA furniture—‘some assembly required’ but always missing the goddamn wrench.”
By Jesse Shelley7 months ago in Fiction
The Quiet Theft
It started, as these things always do, with a perfect mistake. He found her through a friend’s story — not tagged, just visible in the background. A flash of her face, caught mid-laugh, her hands covering her mouth like she was trying to keep something beautiful from escaping. She wore a threadbare sweatshirt and no jewelry, and something about her made him sit up straighter.
By Paper Lantern7 months ago in Fiction
Wellness Check
Michael decided it was the right time to visit. “Mr. Richards?” He knocked on the screen door and waited. This was not a bad sign. Michael had known Mr. Richards since he was a young boy and they first moved next door to the very old home that reminded him of something from a monster movie. As they were unpacking, he noticed the man sitting on his front porch, happily rocking away in his chair with a drink in his hand and sunglasses on to block out the light of that very bright afternoon. He had waved at the family and they all smiled and waved back. Michael wondered about his life from that moment on and would find out what he could.
By Kendall Defoe 7 months ago in Fiction
A Nonsense Story
The other day I was thinking of a story, and I saw one of my old writing textbooks and was looking through it for some ideas I read again some of the exercises. That is when I was thinking about a nonsense story of just a collection of sentences. Who knows it just might make sense in a way. Please comment.
By Mark Graham7 months ago in Fiction
The Silence Between Songs
The apartment was quiet. Not the kind of quiet you notice immediately — not an absence, but a stillness. The kind that lingers in doorways and clings to the corners of ceilings. I hadn’t played music in two days. Not even a podcast. Not even the soft hum of a lo-fi playlist on repeat.
By Shafi ulhaq7 months ago in Fiction
I Married a Man I Met at a Stranger’s Funeral
Prologue I shouldn’t have been there. The church was too quiet, filled with too much grief I hadn’t earned. I sat in the back row, legs crossed, sunglasses on, pretending my heart was shattered by the death of a woman I never knew. My dress was black silk. My lipstick was crimson sin. I looked like grief in high heels, and no one questioned me.
By Adrian-Razvan Ispas7 months ago in Fiction
"What Happens After We Block Someone? A Digital Ghost Story Told by Algorithms"
I used to think that blocking someone was the end. A digital wall. A simple act of control in a chaotic, hyperconnected world. But what if I told you that’s not true? That when we block someone — or get blocked — it doesn’t delete the bond. It just buries it.
By Hamad Haider7 months ago in Fiction
When She Locked the Door. AI-Generated.
The clock struck midnight when Ahmed returned home. The street outside their apartment in Lahore was unusually silent, the distant buzz of traffic dulled by the warm, sticky air. He stood at the door, fishing out his keys, but as soon as he twisted the lock—he realized it had been bolted from the inside.
By Muhammad Usama7 months ago in Fiction
