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Episode 6: What Happens When You Don't Die
I didn’t scream when it bit me. That’s important. Screaming is the beginning of the end. A scream is the part of the ritual where the body decides to surrender. I didn’t. I just looked down at the half-circle of teeth still hooked in my forearm, and I thought: Oh. I guess this is how I find out what kind of story I’m in.
By Paper Lantern7 months ago in Fiction
Raining
It started with a single drop. Just one gentle tap on the windowpane, followed by another. I was seated by the old wooden table in my grandmother’s house, the very place where time seemed to move slower, or perhaps stopped altogether. The air was thick with the scent of earth and nostalgia. Outside, the sky was an ashen grey, rumbling softly with distant thunder. Inside, a silence lingered—one that had been waiting patiently to be broken by the arrival of rain.
By Motivate4universe7 months ago in Fiction
Episode 5: Rescue Girl
They told us to go back in. They always say that. They say it like the walls haven’t grown teeth. Like rescue is still a thing that happens instead of a thing that kills you slower.
By Paper Lantern7 months ago in Fiction
The Library of Regrets
The Library of Regrets The night had fallen thick and silent, draping the world in shadows that felt too heavy to bear. Clara awoke to find herself not in her small, cluttered bedroom, but standing before an enormous, ancient wooden door, etched with twisting vines and glowing letters that whispered secrets she could almost understand.
By waseem khan7 months ago in Fiction
The Art of Creating Fiction That Feels Real
Have you ever read a novel so vivid it felt as if you could step right into its world? Or met a character in a short story who seemed more alive than some people you know in real life?
By Kim Jon7 months ago in Fiction
Journey to the Center of the Galaxy
The distance from Quadrant 99 to Quadrant 1 (and the presidential palace and grounds) was considerably far. Kevin and Sillan continued onwards on their hover-bikes. The chaos at the DNA Records Office hadn't died down one bit. They made a quick exit.
By Po Ivey7 months ago in Fiction
Bite Size Pieces
l'm not scared of him. Not really. I know I've got him where I want him. But you know what, I did feel a bit... uneasy when I saw his eyes. Boy was he ever mad! The pigs made to leave and I thought for a sec... What if... you know? What if I've read him all wrong?
By L.C. Schäfer7 months ago in Fiction
Something Darker; Chapter 20
"Mother?" The questioning voice asks. I spin towards it. A young Micah stands in the doorway to my room, staring in confusion. He had at least seen her wipe my memory.
By Katarzyna Crevan7 months ago in Fiction
When Silence Wore Her Name
In a world that never listened, she bloomed with words she never spoke. They say silence is golden. But for Aaira, silence was a weight she carried on her back like an invisible sack of bricks—always there, always heavy, never quite understood.
By mr azib7 months ago in Fiction
Real Money Heist – Part 1: The Planner
I still remember the first time I met him. Not in some dark alley or abandoned warehouse like they show in movies. It was at Gloria Jean’s in DHA Phase 6, Lahore. A quiet Thursday. Rain on the windows. He was already there — sipping black coffee, no sugar. Looked like someone’s retired uncle, not the man who would plan the biggest heist Pakistan never found out about.
By Sofia Elira Solenne7 months ago in Fiction
Guardians and Angels | Chapter Five | Part 18
Brendan Bragg wasn’t alone the night he was murdered on Gravity Hill, and he wasn’t only with Laura DeAngelo either. No, there was another creature there with them on the hillside roadway that snaked upward like a gravel river running silently overtop Sonoma Mountain that October night—a deadly beast—and it wasn’t his murderer.
By Christopher Dubbs7 months ago in Fiction
Guardians And Angels | Chapter Five | (Part 17)
The Friday night before Halloween during my seventh-grade year is a night I won’t be able to forget for a few lifetimes, if ever. I imagine my soul will wake up three lives from now, with fleeting scenes of this bittersweet night running through my mind, and I'll hold my hand to my heart, trying to quench the pangs and stop the unbearable clenching, not remembering why.
By Christopher Dubbs7 months ago in Fiction