Psychological
Sympathy and Cake. Top Story - September 2025.
Only she remembered what happened on the wedding day. But she was just a cat. It was their wedding, but they allowed her to be a part of it. Humiliating in its own way, but to have the ceremony so near the home was quite charming and peaceful. And it was a beautiful day…at first.
By Kendall Defoe 5 months ago in Fiction
Not You
Ana lived in Flushing, Queens. The street was alive this morning. Red lanterns were strung across the streets and rose towards the clouds with the morning breeze. Neon signs written with Chinese characters lined the street. Shop windows displayed lucky cats alongside food items, herbal medicine, tea pots and odds and ends.
By Carolyn Nones Vazquez5 months ago in Fiction
With a Wig
Gorzon Billingham, six foot seven inches of sturdy masculinity exited the bus. He wore a twelve thousand dollar custom made suit of black and crimson. It matched the Delaware Founders colors. His lankiness didn’t stick out amongst the rest of the team who had heights slightly shorter or his two centers who both stood at seven feet tall. The stop after being on the road landed him in the home city of Wilmington, Delaware to play the Baltimore Crabbers. The rest of the team left the vehicle with just as much vim and intent as Billingham.
By Skyler Saunders5 months ago in Fiction
The Whispering Alley
M Mehran In the heart of Maplewood, a quiet town with cobblestone streets and flickering lamplights, there was an alley that everyone avoided. Locals called it “Whispering Alley,” not because of the wind or the rustling leaves, but because of the strange murmurs people claimed to hear when walking through it at night.
By Muhammad Mehran5 months ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker’s Promise. AI-Generated.
In a cobbled corner of Eldergate, where the air always smelled faintly of brass and lavender, stood a tiny clock shop called Morrow & Ticks. It was tucked between a crumbling bookshop and a florist that only sold blue flowers. Most people passed it by without a second glance. But those who entered often left… changed.
By MUHAMMAD AIZAZ5 months ago in Fiction
Shadows on the Edge of Tomorrow
The train station was almost empty, except for a few scattered travelers dragging their suitcases across the cold concrete floor. The air smelled faintly of rain, and the giant clock above the platform ticked louder than usual, marking each second like a reminder that time was both a gift and a thief.
By Nadeem Shah 5 months ago in Fiction
Behind the Locked Door — A Story of Secrets and Second Chances
The house had been empty for nearly three years when Ayaan returned. It stood at the edge of the small town like a shadow of its former self—paint peeling, shutters hanging loose, garden overgrown. To most people, it was just another abandoned property. But to Ayaan, it was home. Or at least, it had been once.
By Nadeem Shah 5 months ago in Fiction
Yixin Yixuan
ZBrush Sculpt - See more on IG or Artstation; Links below In a world divided by conflict and silent defiance, Yixin Yixuan travels as a seeker of peace. After losing her parents to violence and growing up with a warrior couple in the mountains, she stands for resilience and gentle strength. Her journey takes her from loss to legend, as she finds friends and shows a fractured world that sometimes the greatest victories come without fighting.
By Neshzivne Dadirri5 months ago in Fiction
