Series

Who's the real Monster?
Those words left me frozen in place. My mind raced with thoughts of denial; There's no way in Hell I heard that. If I have then I've finally lost it. Better get out now. The same voice spoke again to prevent me from leaving Follow me into the bathroom. Everything in me said run, yet I couldn't move.
By Lucy Torralba6 months ago in Fiction
Discover the Charismatic Career of Alan Tudyk: From Screen to Stardom. AI-Generated.
Alan Tudyk is a versatile and highly regarded actor and voice artist known for his dynamic performances across film, television, and animation. Born on March 16, 1971, in El Paso, Texas, Tudyk has built a reputation for his comedic timing, dramatic depth, and ability to bring a wide range of characters to life.
By Test6 months ago in Fiction
A Brother or a Stranger?
Alex Johnson had just graduated from the University of Texas. During college, he ran a small but successful barbecue food truck on campus. His small but thriving business was able to cover his school expenses. His skill in grilling attracted so many customers, so much so that he was nicknamed "A-Grills" by his colleagues.
By Sam Clark6 months ago in Fiction
*The Clockmaker's Promise*
In a quiet town nestled between rolling hills and a slow-moving river, there stood a small shop with a crooked sign that read “Timeless Hands.” Inside, the air was warm and still, filled with the soft, steady rhythm of ticking clocks. Wall clocks, pocket watches, mantel clocks—they all chimed and clicked in quiet harmony, each keeping time in its own way.
By meerjanan6 months ago in Fiction
Operation Lassi Spill
It was one of those golden Punjabi afternoons—the kind where the sun hangs warm in the sky, the air smells of cardamom and fresh roti, and every lane in the village hums with celebration. A wedding was in full swing, the biggest the village had seen in years. Banners fluttered above the courtyard, children darted between guests with sticky fingers, and uncles danced with the kind of energy that defied their age.
By meerjanan6 months ago in Fiction
Wednesday Season 2
The smash-hit Netflix series *Wednesday* took the world by storm when it premiered in November 2022, blending dark humor, mystery, and supernatural elements into a fresh take on the Addams Family universe. With Jenna Ortega’s iconic portrayal of Wednesday Addams at the center, the show became one of Netflix’s most-watched series ever.
By Danyal Hashmi6 months ago in Fiction
The Chase That Never Ends
The countryside was beautiful, sure sunlit fields rolling into the horizon, birds singing in the distance, and a porch swing that groaned like it had a lifetime of secrets to share. But it was quiet. Too quiet. No tiny footsteps scurrying inside the walls. No cheese mysteriously disappearing from the fridge. No traps rigged with ridiculous precision, only to spectacularly backfire.
By Muzamil khan6 months ago in Fiction
Wireless
It wasn't real, none of it. It had felt real. The ladles of reheated stew scalded their tongues, the steam carried the hearty smell right up their noses. (Can you eat in dreams? Can you smell things? Are you sure?)
By L.C. Schäfer6 months ago in Fiction
*The Forgotten Bench*
In a small town cradled by rolling hills and thick forest, there was a wooden bench by the lake. It wasn’t grand—its green paint had peeled, one leg was uneven, and the wood bore the soft scars of time. But if you sat there long enough, you might feel something linger in the air—quiet, familiar, like the echo of a laugh carried by the wind.
By meerjanan6 months ago in Fiction
My Friend’s Last Words Came in a Dream
It’s been a year since Lily passed away, but sometimes it still feels like she might text me, or I’ll turn a corner and see her laughing in that way only she could. Grief is strange like that—it never really goes away, it just changes shape.
By ETS_Story6 months ago in Fiction
Endurance
Brewed Awakening is not the best coffee shop in Chicago, but it is, arguably, the most committed to the bit. The “Grand Opening” banner on the door is faded from three winters of north-facing wind, the tip jar by the register rotates weekly between “Help Me Buy New Sneakers” and “Our Cat Needs a Dental Plan,” and the tables wobble unless you seat yourself with a practiced hand. Inside, it’s a stew of old couches and misfit chairs, the air thick with the sweet-burnt smell of espresso and that background jazz every neighborhood café think will make people linger.
By Endurance Stories6 months ago in Fiction
Endurance
There is a certain gravity in the Beeks living room, the kind that draws eyes upward to the crown molding and out again toward the garden, where late-spring sunlight slants through the glass with surgical precision. Every surface gleams, the air humming faintly with the blend of lemon polish, orchid, and something more expensive: the expectation of perfection. The rug—cream, hand-tufted, no visible stains—seems spun out of air, refusing to acknowledge the row of shoes lined at the threshold, as if the dirt of the world could not possibly invade this room.
By Endurance Stories6 months ago in Fiction