Satire
The Arctic Vault
The wind screamed across the barren wasteland of ice and rock as Ethan Kade stepped off the transport plane, boots sinking into permafrost. The pilot gave him a tight nod, then took off again without a word. No one wanted to linger near the Arctic Vault—not anymore.
By Esther Sun8 months ago in Fiction
Lemonade Skies
The first thing Ava noticed when she stepped off the bus was the smell of lemons. Not strong, not artificial — just faint enough to feel real. The kind of scent that danced through the summer breeze and reminded her of freedom, even if she hadn’t felt it in a long time.
By Esther Sun8 months ago in Fiction
The Drawing of My Life
When I was a child, I believed that pencils held magic. Not the kind of magic that turned frogs into princes or moved mountains—but the quiet kind. The kind that turned thoughts into pictures, emotions into shapes, and silence into color. I didn’t speak much as a kid. While other children chased each other on the playground or shouted answers in class, I sat in the corner of my own world, sketching stick figures and stars on the backs of my notebooks.
By Esther Sun8 months ago in Fiction
Mistress Nicotina and the Neo-Thule Society. Content Warning.
Goddess for Hire (3432) My name’s Anastasia, Anastasia Beaumont, my friends call me Tassy. I’m 24 and until recently I was convinced that I was a re-incarnated Second World War resistance fighter named Anna de Beauchamp.
By Edward Lock8 months ago in Fiction
I Quit!
To Whom It May Concern (presumably one of the sentient cacti in HR): I am writing this letter to formally tender my resignation from Invertech Solutions Inc., effective immediately, or whenever the office stops spinning sideways on Wednesdays. I’ve tried to make this decision with clarity, rational thought, and at least three kinds of herbal tea, but alas, no chamomile in this universe could prepare me for the continuing existential carnival that is working at Invertech.
By V-Ink Stories8 months ago in Fiction
Whispers Beneath the Mango Trees
The First Light of Mango Grove In the gentle warmth of dawn, the first light of the sun crept across the horizon, spilling gold over the lush, dew-drenched fields. The scent of mango blossoms floated on the morning breeze, soft and sweet, stirring the peaceful landscape awake. It was the time when even the birds hesitated to chirp, reverent of the stillness that hovered over the land like a sacred prayer.
By Mukhtiar Ahmad8 months ago in Fiction
A Test of Truth: A Short Story About Integrity
The Surprise That Changed Everything It was a misty Friday morning in Greenhill Town. The school bell had just rung, and class 7B at Oakridge School was buzzing with chatter and sleepy yawns. But something unusual was about to happen—something that would test more than just academic skills.
By Ahmad Malik8 months ago in Fiction











