Series

The Fix: Story of Straw and Bone
The Fix were always eager to sniff out easy coin. When they saw an opportunity, they took it. Forgiveness was easy in these chaotic times.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)3 months ago in Fiction
The Man Who Lived Twice – Part Four
The mirror sat on Evelyn’s desk for three nights. She hadn’t slept since it arrived. It wasn’t fear — it was knowing. That same quiet knowing that comes before a storm.
By The Davids3 months ago in Fiction
The Breath and The Dream
The Breath and The Dream (Recovered fragment, origin predating the Codex of Breath; scribe unknown.) Before time was counted, She lay within Herself. Darkness and silence were one, and that oneness was peace. Then She stirred. Not to speak, but to dream. The Dream was Her body unfolding—rivers became veins, stars Her twinkling thoughts. But a dream cannot live without breath. So She exhaled. And in that breath, the Dream gained form and began to think itself real. Thus the world was born, a breath mistaken for a voice, a thought believing it had woken. We are that breath. We are that mistake. When the Mother sleeps, we move through her dreaming. When She dreams, we call it living. But when She breathes again, and Her exhale meets her own reflection— The Dream will remember that it was never separate.
By Kristen Keenon Fisher3 months ago in Fiction
The Veiled Dominion
The Night That Fled Before the Breath, we lay beneath Her dreaming. The sky was shut, the seas unmoving. No hunger, no death—only the droning of her sleep. But the Mother exhaled. And the light penetrated shadow, seeking its reflection. From that reflection came thought. From thought, fear. From fear, the first heartbeat that was not Her own. The world opened its eyes— And sleep, frightened by the loss of silence, fled into the Deep. We chase it still. Every night we close our eyes, And beckon the dream we once were. Yet the truth endures: We are no longer the dream. We are the dreamers. And She—” (soft exhale) “—She is the dream.
By Kristen Keenon Fisher3 months ago in Fiction
Building a Better Army
Elon folded the plans for his latest propulsion system and tucked them into his pocket before entering the Oval Office. He stopped short when he found his commanding lookalike watching an Imagineer tinkering with a Putin animatronic.
By Stephanie Hoogstad3 months ago in Fiction
Black Scales VII: Another Gift
Orla took another parcel of food down to the lake the next night for the wild girl, and another one the one after that. Brenna showed her how to fish. They got perilously close to the cavemouth, but neither girl mentioned it, or even looked that way. Orla wondered if the dragon was home, or not, and decided not to mention it. Better to squash the wondering. It got easier and easier.
By L.C. Schäfer3 months ago in Fiction
The wildcourt
No one knows where they came from. It is said that one day they appeared from the forest, wearing brightly colored clothes and singing so beautifully that the birds fell silent to hear them.
By Prixy3 months ago in Fiction
The Man Who Lived Twice – Part Three. AI-Generated.
The river swallowed the USB drive, and for a while, Evelyn thought it was over. But deep underground — beneath a decommissioned Helix facility no one was supposed to remember — a single light came alive.
By The Davids3 months ago in Fiction
Mr.Popular. Top Story - October 2025.
What happened when I looked through the keyhole? I saw a short man. You wouldn’t have guessed enough who it was? It was the key keeper from the Matrix. As soon as I opened the door. He paused at me and gave me a valuable wink, and ran oFF! I said are you the key keeper?. He shivered and squealed in his own quick way.
By Rachael Frazier3 months ago in Fiction
Elon the Alien Index
Table of Contents: Elon’s Space Force Building a Better President Elon Phones Home The Invasion The Ballroom Building a Better Army
By Stephanie Hoogstad3 months ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Atlas: Part III — The Shoreline That Wasn’t There
The waves around Torrento had grown quieter—too quiet for a city built beside the sea. Fishermen whispered that their nets came up tangled with threads of paper instead of fish, and that sometimes, in the reflection of the water, they could see streets beneath the tide.
By Wellova 3 months ago in Fiction
The Drowned Coordinates
It was 2 a.m. at Torrento Airport. The terminal was empty except for the faint hum of cleaning drones. A night guard named Marco was making his usual rounds.
By Wellova 3 months ago in Fiction