Series
Red Spindle, Burning Blue
The rebels moved like ghosts they were silent, pale shapes swallowed by the smoke-stained corridors of the Red Spindle. Their boots barely touched the scorched floor, gliding through flickering light and digital dust, remnants of a world that once pulsed with power. Faces masked, eyes sharp, they slipped between the skeletal remains of machines like whispers through a dying network. Fear kept them fluid. Training kept them quiet. But it was the hope, the fragile kind that clings to the edges of impossible missions that made them relentless. They had come for the myth at the core of the ruin. And every breath they took felt like it might be their last. Silent, fast, afraid. It was the year 2999 and they had survived. The Fold. The famine. The Kinetic Plague.
By Toni Du Plooy7 months ago in Fiction
The Ace of Spades Murders-1st Part
Chapter 1: The Body in the Alley The fog rolled in from the harbor, thick and suffocating, swallowing the neon glow of Blackwood City’s streets. Detective James Callahan hated nights like this—the kind where the air clung to his skin like a second layer, where every shadow seemed to shift just beyond his vision.
By Md. Muzammal Rahman Pir7 months ago in Fiction
Small Town USA #4
Ok, let me back up and explain why I’m so passionate about lighting off my own fireworks. And no, I don’t think every Tom, Dick, and Sally should be allowed to light their own. Let’s be honest — fireworks are dangerous. And they’re even more dangerous when they fall into the wrong hands, especially adults with alcohol. Sometimes even the “good kids” do stupid shit when left unsupervised. Especially a group of prepubescent boys growing up in a small Eastern Washington town in the late 1980s.
By Clifford Kincaid7 months ago in Fiction
Love and Pride
It was an old street in Lahore, lined with dusty rose-colored bricks and narrow lanes that seemed to whisper stories of years gone by. In a modest house on that street lived Zimal, a beautiful, headstrong, and stubborn girl. Her greatest flaw was her pride. Since childhood, she had been taught never to bow her head before anyone — no matter how close, no matter how dear.
By Aman Ullah7 months ago in Fiction
Small Town USA #22
Eddy and I trailed slowly behind Jesse as we approached the militant’s compound of a house on the corner of Lefevre and Idaho Street. We moved through the alley behind my parents’ house, guiding ourselves through the shadows, toward our unsuspecting victim of the infamous “Knock and Run.”
By Clifford Kincaid7 months ago in Fiction
❤rian’s Night: When the Dark Almost Won❤
It was late at night. The wind whispered through the cracked window of a small room, lit only by a dying bulb. Arian sat on the edge of his bed, his hands gripping his face, his shoulders trembling — not from cold, but from the weight of everything he had tried to carry for too long.
By Abdulmusawer7 months ago in Fiction
Who's the real monster?
It started off as a normal Friday the 13th. Me and my folks were doing a marathon for the day's name sake just for fun. When the opening for the first movie began my mom touched her very pregnant belly before saying, "Something is wrong." Dad heard the fear in her voice then ran to grab the keys for the pickup. I froze in place just looking at her. Never in my life had I seen mom look so scared. Hearing dad yell over his shoulder, "Get the bag!" On instinct I grabbed the go bag my mom had been filling with stuff all day. From what I knew it was called nesting. It's what expecting mothers do when the baby is about to be born.
By Lucy Torralba7 months ago in Fiction
The Upper Hand
It was really pissing me off, if I'm completely honest, how he sloped about the place with that little smirk on his face. If he'd been arrested (as he bloody well should have been) he'd have been locked up wouldn't he? At least for a while, surely. I would have had the whole flat to myself. That would have felt good. The tantalising opportunity to... oh I don't know. Go through his stuff or something.
By L.C. Schäfer7 months ago in Fiction
The Dark Order 1.18: The Golem Market Pt.3
The moon has retreated beneath the horizon. The Garden District has been laid to ruin. The rain is heavy, yet it does not affect the multitude of fires around the city. The elves stand amongst the aftermath of a deadly battle against the SSA. Eldyn has the unconscious Maggie draped over his shoulder. "We should leave her." His sister spats.
By Donnie Barlow7 months ago in Fiction
