Short Story
The Devil Gets What He Wanted
“Hello Old Scratch. My name is Glabon. I assume you know why I am here?” “Of course, Glabon, as you no doubt know, I know many things, most in fact.” “Well, despite that I am required by my superiors to inform you of my intentions in any case.” “And, you always do what you are told don’t you my friend Glabon?” “Of course, and I am not your friend, nor are you anyone’s friend, but that matters not for purposes of this discussion.” “No need to hurl insults, it was only a figure of speech. I would suggest you lighten up, but I assume your superiors would find that objectionable, and my guess is you are not capable of it. Do you ever even smile Glabon? Or laugh? No, I presume not.” “Mr. Scratch I am not here for banter or games, I am here for your interview. As you know a select group has been commissioned to write your biography for the historical record.”
By Everyday Junglist13 days ago in Fiction
The Library
Nihil River flowed through Neocity, hooking under wooden bridge near The Library. Mathilde had been walking along the river for the past few days. Not having her own transportation placed her among those with special needs. And to satisfy them, she would require a great deal of money, while she didn’t have any to spare.
By Moon Desert13 days ago in Fiction
My First Ring
I was nineteen when I wore my first ring, and it wasn’t diamond-studded or heirloom-worthy. There was no velvet box, no trembling proposal, no audience holding its breath. It was simple, thin, and slightly loose on my finger. But to me, it felt enormous—heavy with meaning, expectation, and a quiet kind of bravery I didn’t yet know how to name.
By Engr Bilal13 days ago in Fiction
Instructions for Replacement
These instructions are intended for ordinary use. They are not a guide to reinvention, only adjustment. Follow them carefully and in order. Skipping steps may result in confusion, emotional exposure, or relapse. If done correctly, the transition will appear seamless to others. You will continue to function. You will continue to be addressed by the same name. Only the internal mechanisms will change.
By Courtney Jones13 days ago in Fiction
The Price of Perfection: A Glimpse into a Utopian Future
In the not-so-distant future, humanity has reached what was once thought impossible: a perfect world. No more wars, no more disease, no more hunger. Technology has solved everything, and for the first time in history, humans live in a society where every need is met with a simple thought. Welcome to the utopia of the future—where life is easy, and everyone is happy. Or are they?
By HazelnutLattea13 days ago in Fiction
A Quiet Kind of Ache
The dorm room feels hollow. The grey Boston University lamp on my wooden brown desk is the only source of light in the room, casting long and uneven shadows over the empty twin XL bed across from mine. My roommate left to head home for the weekend. Her absence shouldn’t bother me this much, but somehow, it does. The silence has its own presence in the room. The atmosphere feels heavy and dense without her occasional remarks, rustling, and tapping on the keyboard. The quietness is the unspoken proof that I’m completely alone.
By Yamuni Kaijumi13 days ago in Fiction
Unanswered
“Hi honey. I'm sorry I missed your call, I was in my meeting. I guess you must also be busy at the moment, haha. I'm sorry I missed you and sorry you've missed me, I'd love to have heard your voice right now. I'm on my way. This long distance shit is killing me, I can't wait to be back home, hopefully work never sends me this far away again.
By Liam Storm14 days ago in Fiction
