Stream of Consciousness

Toilet Paper Wars. AI-Generated.
It all began on a perfectly normal Saturday morning in the quiet suburb of Maplewood Lane. Birds were chirping, the sun was shining, and Harold Jenkins had just realized he was down to his last roll of toilet paper.
By Nick9 months ago in Fiction
Where the Water Sleeps
The lake had no name. Locals called it the Hollow, though no one could say why. It sat nestled between hills like a mirror framed in green, glassy and soft-edged, its surface broken only by dragonflies and the occasional ripple that spread without wind.
By E. hasan9 months ago in Fiction
Fragments of the Future
The cities had no names anymore. Roads, rivers, and monuments—once mapped, celebrated, and fought over—were now anonymous scars on the earth. The machines remembered, of course. But machines didn’t mourn.
By k zarmal9 months ago in Fiction
Queen of the Hollow Crown. Content Warning.
Read the first story here: The Thief of Shadows I: The First Rebellion The dead moved differently now. Lirael saw it in the way the shades paused mid-wail when she passed, their hollow eyes tracking her with something sharper than fear. The obsidian floors, once cold enough to burn bare flesh, now warmed beneath her footsteps like stones left in afternoon sun. Even the air had changed—thick with the scent of overripe figs and the metallic tang of freshly unearthed grave soil.
By The Lost Books - "Libri Perditi"9 months ago in Fiction
The Thief of Shadows. Content Warning.
I: The Heist in Hell The air in the Underworld didn’t move like air should. It clung, thick as funeral shrouds, pressing against Lirael’s skin with the weight of centuries of held breaths. The path before her twisted like a gutted serpent, paved not with stone but with the petrified bones of oath-breakers, their hollow eye sockets weeping black ichor that sizzled where it touched her boots.
By The Lost Books - "Libri Perditi"9 months ago in Fiction
The Hollow and the Hungry Ghost. Content Warning.
I. The Wrong Door Opened Mirelle's fingers trembled as she lit the thirteenth candle. The church basement reeked of mildew and old incense, the perfect place to cheat death. She'd come to speak to her sister—just once, just long enough to say the words she'd left unsaid the day the fever took her.
By The Lost Books - "Libri Perditi"9 months ago in Fiction
The Silence Between Screams. AI-Generated.
The house on Wren Hollow Road had been empty for twenty-three years—long enough for the town to forget the truth, but not the fear.
By M.SUDAIS 9 months ago in Fiction
She Lit a Candle, and the Shadows Answered
When Emily first returned to the crumbling house at the edge of Pine Hollow, she hadn’t planned to stay the night. It was supposed to be a quick visit—a final look at the place that haunted her dreams, the place she had avoided for fourteen long years. But fate, as always, had its own cruel sense of timing.
By M Ali9 months ago in Fiction
The Bone Collector's Daughter - IV: The Original Sin
Don't forget to read the first three! The Bone Collector’s Daughter – I: The Inheritance of Shadows The Bone Collector’s Daughter – II: Whispers from the Crypt
By The Lost Books - "Libri Perditi"9 months ago in Fiction
The Courtroom
The judge continues "and after completing your sentence if still alive you will come back to this town and show them how much you have changed, and you must compensate the community somehow when you return. You are now 18 so you unless you really get on someone's nerves you will survive this.
By Mark Graham9 months ago in Fiction
The Courtroom
The audience and all present were on pins and needles. The judge is about to state the result. "I find the defendant Guilty on all charges of assault and weckless endangerment of a whole community. You, Morty Sidewinder, will be remanded to the state penitentiary for the next 15 to 20 years plus.....
By Mark Graham9 months ago in Fiction
The Courtroom
The judge has arrived. All may be seated. Will the defendants please rise. They rose from their chairs. This was a very long case during this long hot and humid summer. We were all tired, but we wanted to make sure that justice was brought for the victims of one heinous crime presented.
By Mark Graham9 months ago in Fiction