Short Story
Foxglove Public Library . Top Story - December 2025.
First off, congratulations! You have been selected for this position as overnight library security based off your unique qualifications, indomitable spirit, and impressive mental fortitude. We would like to offer you a few instructions and helpful tips to make your first and future shifts here as smooth and easy as possible. Read thoroughly and keep this sheet on you at all times. The last thing you want is for the shadows in the corner of the breakroom to find it. Once again, welcome to the team!
By M. A. Mehan about a month ago in Fiction
Missed Message
Krisiera ran hard, feet kicking up clods of dirt as she sped across the hillside, breath coming in ragged gasps. She clutched the wooden tube containing the message tightly in her right hand as though it were a baton she would pass off on the track. Her pulse raced within her no matter how much she tried to even out her breathing. This wasn’t a leisurely jog, this wasn’t training. This was real.
By Phoenixica24about a month ago in Fiction
Don't Open the Door. Top Story - December 2025.
Wakey, wakey! Congratulations! You're alive! That's more than most people can say right now. That's the good news. Here's the bad news: pulling through them injuries was the easy part. If you're reading this, it prolly means something's happened to me, and I can't take care of you or the other survivors no more.
By Tyler Clark (he/they)about a month ago in Fiction
From Beyond Our Sky What Is it
From Beyond Our Sky What Is It This image has been circulating online, and it immediately pulls you in. That long, cigar shaped object drifting silently through space doesn’t look like the comets we grew up seeing in books or documentaries. According to what’s being shared, it’s known as 3I or ATLAS, an interstellar object making a close pass by Earth, and scientists say it has already pushed them to rethink what they believed about comets in a very short space of time.
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Fiction
Beneath the Unsaid
A night of anonymity. A kiss that ruined the rules. A silence that changed everything. Aliyah Berman lives by control. As a trusted executive assistant, she has mastered professionalism, distance, and restraint. Feelings don’t belong in boardrooms. Desire doesn’t belong in offices.
By Courina Buchananabout a month ago in Fiction
5 Minute Fiction: Ring
Snow fell from the deep gray sky. Huge flakes alighted on branches and coated the sidewalk. I stood gazing up at the dense clouds and patches where the starlight shined through. The cold bit at my exposed fingertips but didn’t hurt enough to persuade me to go back inside. Beyond the muffled televisions and thrilled shrieks of children, the sighs of cars over the damp pavement, and the distant hum of caroling was the silence I craved.
By Valerie Taylorabout a month ago in Fiction
Why People Blame her?
Why Everyone Blamed Her A story set in the USA Everyone blamed her. No one asked her why. Sarah Miller was 26 years old and lived in a small town in Ohio, USA. It was the kind of town that looked peaceful on the surface, with neat streets and friendly greetings. But beneath that calm appearance was a place built on judgment, quiet gossip, and a fear of anyone who didn’t quite fit in. In towns like this, people didn’t just know your name—they believed they knew your story.
By Think & Learnabout a month ago in Fiction
The Letter That Was Never Opened. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
Every morning, Yusuf opened his small café a few minutes before sunrise. The place was quiet, almost forgotten, and Yusuf never dreamed of becoming rich. All he wanted was peace… and his favorite chair by the window.
By Gabriel Waltoneabout a month ago in Fiction
When the Day Met the Night
In the beginning, before Earth’s creatures invaded space, there were only the celestial bodies, orbiting around each other. The moons lovingly orbited their planets, the planets orbited the sun, and the sun orbited nothing because the sun was the ruler of the Milky Way. The Earth’s young moon caught glimpses of the sun as she endlessly circled her planet. She smiled at the sun, and they always smiled back. As the months wore on, they grew closer and closer, until one day, the moon stood directly in front of the sun. They were breathtaking up close. Their golden hair flowed freely down to their waist. Sunspots dotted their sharp, angular face and they radiated a heat strong enough to scorch the Earth, but gentle enough to warm a weary traveler. And the moon felt drab and inadequate in their presence.
By Morey Guntzabout a month ago in Fiction







