Short Story

The Door
Prompt: Write a story about someone who finds a secret passageway in their house. The Door by Jarrett S. Smith "Are you sure it's up here?" Arnie asked as he climbed the last rung on the ladder to the attic.
By Jarrett Smithabout a month ago in Fiction
New Moon - New Hope
The New Moon arrived without ceremony. No flares. No warnings. No headlines announcing catastrophe. It simply happened - the Moon aligned perfectly between Earth and the Sun, and for the first time in recorded history, the darkness felt intentional.
By José Juan Gutierrez about a month ago in Fiction
Interlude: The Foreshadows face the Shadows (Chapter 35.5?)
Interlude: The Foreshadows face the Shadows The Crystal Dungeon mine shaft yawned before them, its walls glittering faintly with veins of crystal. The air was damp and heavy, carrying the scent of stone and something older, something waiting. Braska, the Bearfolk Barbarian, adjusted her grip on the Fungal Greatsword, its living edge pulsing faintly with spores. Beside her, Sylvi the Ferretfolk Ranger strung her Fungal Bow, whispering a quick prayer to the roots and vines that answered her call, as she set arrow to the string and scouted ahead. Dalen, the human healer, walked with quiet patience, his staff glowing faintly with necessary light in this dark place. Kaelith, the Runemage, traced wards in the air, runes shimmering around the party like a protective veil.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)about a month ago in Fiction
The Voice That Comes Only at Night
Every night at 12:47 a.m., Arman woke up. Not from a nightmare. Not from a sound. From a voice. It was faint at first, like a breath trapped inside the walls.
By Anas Khanabout a month ago in Fiction
All The World. Content Warning.
“The theatre, the theatre, what has happened to the theatre?” - Danny Kaye, “Choreography,” White Christmas 1954 -0- Legend had it that the performance I observed was the first ever recorded with omni-directional camera technology. It would go a ways to explain why the actors always held a prop of some kind. And showing true ingenuity, each prop was meticulously chosen to fit each character. Nothing ever held in their hand, or gestured with in emphasis could be called anachronistic or unfitting.
By Alexander McEvoyabout a month ago in Fiction
Final Character Sheet: Sara Bloom: Book 1 "Rejoice!"
Final Character Sheet: Sara Bloom (End of Book 1: "Rejoice!") Name: Sara Bloom Race: Mycorrhizal Rank: Viscount Territories: 3. Haven Valley (Primary), Crystal Cavern Mines (Linked), & Haven Volcano (Linked)
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)about a month ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 62
Chapter 62 Sara spent the day with her hands busy, weaving spores into repairs, shaping tools, and crafting small reinforcements for the Valley’s defenses. She stayed close, knowing Cadri and Brogan were still watching the marked spies, her presence a quiet reassurance should things turn suddenly dangerous.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)about a month ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 61
Chapter 61 The cavern stretched vast and glittering, jagged walls alive with crystalline growths that pulsed faintly in the dark. At its center loomed the massive silhouette of the Crystal Devourer, its body like a mountain of jagged prisms, each movement grinding stone against stone.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)about a month ago in Fiction
The Stranger's umbrella. AI-Generated.
It changed into a rainy nighttime in Karachi, the form of downpour that makes the streets shimmer under flickering streetlights. Ayesha had just again domestic from her university lessons, shaking off the dampness from her Stolen as she stepped indoors. Her circle of relatives’s rental was quiet, her mom resting after dinner, her greater younger brother glued to his smartphone. the whole thing regarded everyday—till she observed the umbrella.
By The Writer...A_Awanabout a month ago in Fiction
Fear; the Architect of Humanity’s Future and Its Destruction
Fear shaped humanity from the beginning. But when survival is handed to machines, what remains of being human? A powerful reflection on fear, faith, and technology.
By Ebrahim Parsaabout a month ago in Fiction
Fractured Bond:. AI-Generated.
The Lopez family had continuously regarded normal to buddies. Their small house on Maple street carried the scent of home-cooked meals, the sound of laughter from kids, and the warm temperature of own family gatherings. but at the back of closed doorways, cracks had started out to form—cracks that no person desired to admit had been there.
By The Writer...A_Awanabout a month ago in Fiction
Mending the silence:. AI-Generated.
The Alvarez own family had commonly been stated for his or her Sunday gatherings. friends widely recognized the laughter that spilled from their domestic, the aroma of meals drifting through open home home windows, and the warmth that appeared to radiate from inside. but at the back of the cheerful façade, cracks had commenced to spread—cracks that threatened to interrupt them apart.
By The Writer...A_Awanabout a month ago in Fiction