Short Story

Pebbling
She woke to the soundless glow of her phone. It lay face down on the nightstand, but the screen had lit itself sometime before dawn, a thin bar of light leaking onto the wood. She rolled onto her side and reached for it, careful not to wake him. His breathing was steady, the shallow rise and fall of his chest familiar enough that she could tell what part of sleep he was in by sound alone.
By Jesse Leea day ago in Fiction
The Message That Came Too Late. AI-Generated.
Start The phone buzzed quietly on my nightstand, and I almost ignored it. Almost. Something about a notification at 2:17 a.m. feels wrong. You don’t get texts this late unless someone is drunk, desperate, or… something worse.
By Arman Malaka day ago in Fiction
One More for the Road
“Don’t worry your pretty little blonde head about that.” “Don’t treat me like an idiot just cuz I’m blonde. I asked a simple question.”
By Barbara Gode Wilesa day ago in Fiction
Final Call
This is the final call for Everair Flight 999. As we prepare to board, we would like to share some guidance with you to make onboarding smoother for everyone. Or at least as smooth as it can be under these circumstances.
By R.S. Sillanpaaa day ago in Fiction
How I Met My Soulmate 🌸🌸
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By Harsh Chaudhari 🌸2 days ago in Fiction
The Dryads are Calling. Top Story - January 2026.
They say the forest by Phoenix River sings. Perhaps it is just the wind howling through the leaves, or a particular birdsong. But Percy Fisher knows better; he knows what lies in those woods, and he knows that the forest sings of his demise.
By Leigh Hooper2 days ago in Fiction
A Rare Blood Worm Moon 2026
A Rare Blood Worm Moon 2026 I read about it late one evening, the way these things always seem to arrive. Not shouted, not urgent, just there, waiting between ordinary headlines and forgotten promises. A rare Blood Worm Moon, coming in March 2026. An eclipse said to be one of the most spectacular of the decade. The words stayed with me longer than they should have.
By Marie381Uk 2 days ago in Fiction
Still in High School and Afraid
“I don’t know what to do.” “You will know; you will know. It’s early, stay calm.” “How will I know? This is so frightening. We are the class of ’63, with 4 months to graduation. I’m scared to death.”
By Andrea Corwin 2 days ago in Fiction
A Journey of Pickles
Stuart looked at his hamburger. “Perfect, except for one detail.” He walked to the pantry, looked at the shelves for a few long moments. He sighed. “We’re out of pickles.” He sighed again. Deeper. “I hate the basement.” He looked at the door leading down to the deep, dark basement. “Fine.”
By Jamais Jochim2 days ago in Fiction
Elf Doll. Content Warning.
An Elf doll sat on the sofa. He wore a green outfit. His big blue eyes shone like wet marbles. In walked Stephanie. She noticed the doll on the sofa and called out to her husband.
By DJ Robbins2 days ago in Fiction
Second Shadow
I noticed it by accident, which is how most bad ideas introduce themselves. I was cutting through the square at lunch, phone in one hand, iced coffee sweating down my wrist. The sun was a bully, straight up, no cloud cover, every edge of everything carved into the pavement. I walked past the sundial because I like proof that time is meaningful in more than one medium.
By Milan Milic2 days ago in Fiction
How to Keep the House Quiet After 11:47 PM
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By Steph Marie2 days ago in Fiction