Short Story

Do You Trust Me?. Top Story - December 2025.
Aliyah was half way up the wall of the house’s exterior when Malcolm called up to her. “So you think we’ll get this house finished in time before the Mazurs get back from their family trip?”
By Joe Patterson30 days ago in Fiction
Choice
Introduction This is for Liam Storm's Challenge that you can check out here: The song is "Catch-22" by Illy featuring Anne-Marie
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 30 days ago in Fiction
The Lights Delay
The office uses motion-sensor lights. They’re supposed to save money. They’re supposed to make late shifts feel less lonely—rows of cubicles blooming with white light as you walk past, proof that the building sees you.
By V-Ink Stories30 days ago in Fiction
The Overnight Janitor Who Doesn’t Exist
I work the late shift because it’s quiet. That’s the lie I tell people, anyway. The truth is I like knowing where everyone is. During the day, the office is unpredictable—meetings popping up, people hovering, footsteps that don’t belong to anyone you can see.
By V-Ink Stories30 days ago in Fiction
The Conference Room Reflection
The glass walls are supposed to make the office feel open. During the day, they reflect light, movement, people passing by with coffee cups and half-finished conversations. At night, they turn the building into a maze of mirrors.
By V-Ink Stories30 days ago in Fiction
Day 12: Something Is Writing Back
Day 1 I woke up on a carpet that smelled like old paper and damp electricity. Yellow walls. Buzzing lights. No windows. No doors that led anywhere meaningful.
By V-Ink Stories30 days ago in Fiction
Light Starvation
FIELD NOTES — UNDATED I don’t know when I got here. Time doesn’t behave normally. My watch stopped on entry. My phone battery died before I thought to conserve it. The lights, though—those I can measure.
By V-Ink Stories30 days ago in Fiction
Someone Else’s Footsteps
RECOVERY LOG — AUTHOR UNKNOWN I don’t know who will read this. I don’t know if anyone will. I’m writing because writing fixes things in place. It gives the room's edges.
By V-Ink Stories30 days ago in Fiction
THE LOCKED ONE
She was never asleep. That was the lie you told yourself to survive. You said she was dormant, buried somewhere deep, wrapped in iron and silence. But every night she walked the corridors of your mind, barefoot on cold stone, guided only by distant stars flickering through cracks in a ceiling that was never meant to hold forever.
By Salman Writes30 days ago in Fiction
THE CONE
The night was hot and overcast, the sky red-rimmed with the lingering sunset of midsummer. They sat at the open window, trying to fancy the air was fresher there. The trees and shrubs of the garden stood stiff and dark; beyond in the roadway a
By Faisal Khan30 days ago in Fiction
Thank you for the Gloves
It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling, and it was almost dark. The lingering winter sun rested lazily in the dulled sky. The streets had been plowed earlier that day, but the rapid fall of snow from the sky left the streets covered with a thick blanket of white. Tire tracks carved through the snow, leaving trails of gray within the pristine white display.
By Connie30 days ago in Fiction
The Crossing
"I heard you were back in town. Saw your brother at the market yesterday and he told me you'd come through the mountains on Tuesday."
By Tim Carmichael30 days ago in Fiction