Series

Gloaming
Please have a looksee at part one (it's dreadful but it's quite short): Whinberries The sun climbed. Ned stalled near a pond skipping stones for nearly as long as he had by the apple tree. Joanie couldn't get them to skip at all, but she was good at finding flat ones. It felt good to be busy and helpful. For a while anyway. She got hungry, and started to cry. Ned soothed, coaxed, distracted, bullied, or ignored her by turns.
By L.C. Schäfer6 months ago in Fiction
*The Bench by the Lake*
There was a lake on the edge of a quiet town, half-hidden behind sycamore trees and tangled ivy. It wasn’t on any tourist map, and no signs pointed to it. But those who found it—by accident or ache—often came back.
By meerjanan6 months ago in Fiction
Whinberries. Top Story - August 2025.
I still remember how he looked, hunched over the wireless, late on that Sunday morning. It's my most abiding memory of him. His shirt, the mended one with blue stripes, was open at the cuffs and rolled back to his elbows, showing his sturdy, brown forearms.
By L.C. Schäfer6 months ago in Fiction
Who's the real monsters
Slowly making my way down the vents I paid attention to every sound that was made. Hannah's conversation kept replaying in my head. She has a mother who's still alive and is most likely close by. Thinking I could use this to my advantage and if she tries to get me sent to either The Thing from the Pit or Nurse Ratchet I'll come down on her hard. That would explain why everyone has been sucking up to her.
By Lucy Torralba6 months ago in Fiction
Doctor Who: 'The Parting of the Ways' is One of the Darkest Episodes that Features Multiple Deaths
Doctor Who has continued to surprise me with random dark moments I am not expecting to occur in several episodes. One of the darkest episodes is the finale of the 9th doctor, who is trying to destroy the last of an alien race known as the Daleks, once and for all. They had murdered his people, and he vowed avenge on them once he realized they were still alive.
By Emy Quinn6 months ago in Fiction
The Silver Whistle - Episode Two (You might enjoy this more if you read episode one first.)
It's Tuesday night, and the regulars are back in. Frank notes the arrival of each one. After they have ordered a scotch from Penny at the bar, they trot to their usual space in the back room.
By L.C. Schäfer6 months ago in Fiction
The Sleeper Beneath
Lem didn’t head straight for the aqueduct. That would’ve been reckless. He needed the tunnels first—and not just any tunnel. The right one. The one that would thread him close to the Pipers without dragging him through hostile turf.
By Liz Burton6 months ago in Fiction
The Ghost
The rain always seems to chill the bones in the worst ways. Walking the muddy streets in the snow is never a good idea to do when drunk. But who will stop me? I find an alley way, trying to find some form of shelter to not sleep in the rain.
By Aiden Klimov6 months ago in Fiction
From the Files of Code Blood: The Tempest
Agent Log: Nia Ramírez | Alpha Field Unit | Declassified Interview Fragment “We didn’t see her at first. Just the clouds rolling in, thick and low like they were hunting something. Then the tide pulled back — and stayed there. She walked out of the ocean like it was her cathedral of salt and storm. I’ve seen weather move. I’ve seen gods pretend. But this? This wasn’t a performance. It was grief in motion. Rage disguised as beauty. And the singing — ” [Transcript cuts off. Interference detected. Audio corrupted beyond recovery.]
By Dblkrose6 months ago in Fiction
The Revolution Will Not Be Simonized
The revolution... ...will not bring your vehicle to a high and glossy sheen so that you can show it off to all your friends on Friday or Saturday night.
By Kendall Defoe 6 months ago in Fiction
Who's the real monster?
The stinging in my eyes began to wake me from a dreamless sleep. My stomach sank as the realization that my sunglasses were gone. Trying to lift an arm to cover my face let alone move my body proved to be in vain. Aside from stiff muscles that ached with every breath I took something like hard plastic was wrapped around my wrists and ankles. I couldn't move an inch. "Fucking prefect", I groaned.
By Lucy Torralba6 months ago in Fiction
The Letter I Was Never Meant to Read
By Nadeem Shah I found the letter by accident. Tucked inside the back of my mother’s worn-out recipe book, behind a page smudged with gravy stains and faint ink scribbles about nutmeg, was an envelope that didn’t belong. It was brittle, yellowed with age, and sealed with a faded wax stamp I didn’t recognize.
By Nadeem Shah 6 months ago in Fiction