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Her Smile Was A Lie. AI-Generated.
Overview Everyone was in awe of Ava bright smile. She appeared to the world as a representation of contentment and self-assurance.
By Siyam4 months ago in Fiction
RED LIGHTNING. Content Warning.
In my kitchen, I’m preparing to cook my favorite comfort food: spaghetti with garlic knots and a fresh salad with Thousand Island dressing. Lately, I’ve been indulging in comfort foods—sometimes it’s a bowl of Corn Pops topped with orange sherbet ice cream or Girl Scout Thin Mint Pop-Tarts with a cold glass of milk. The good news is the crying has finally passed. I was listening to Napster, playing my Morgan Wallen playlist, because seeing the world through "Whiskey Glasses" is exactly what I am doing right now. There’s nothing quite like country music for making the broken-hearted feel worse. Singing “Whiskey Glasses” at the top of my lungs, off-key, while I set up my solo dinner, I can feel the hollow ache of solitude. It’s hard being alone after so many years in a relationship—even a toxic one. I hear the next song, and Post Malone is serenading me, telling me this one’s for the losers. I will drink to that.
By T.D.Carter4 months ago in Fiction
One More Round
There was a knock at the door. Three of them, actually. Jax froze with his hand on the arm of the couch, the sound cutting through the air. Nobody knocked on his door anymore, not in a long time, not since everything stopped feeling like a home. It sounded like Misty’s knock. He stood up slowly, his heart pushing against his ribs like it wanted out, and crossed the living room that still smelled faintly of her perfume, no matter how many times he cleaned. The door handle felt cold in his palm. As he turned it and opened the door, there she was, Misty, standing there with her hair pulled back the way she wore it when she was about to spar, eyes bright and wide. Her lips curled into a small smile that hit him right in the chest.
By Joey Raines4 months ago in Fiction
The Knock At The Door
The Knock At The Door It was late. The house had gone still. Only the hum of the fridge, the slow tick of the clock in the hall, and the whisper of her own breathing. Then came the knock. Hard. Sharp. Like a hammer against her skull.
By Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Fiction
The Cog-Boy of Aethel. AI-Generated.
Master Elara Vance found him three hours later. The workshop that had once been Baron Von Greed's private laboratory was now a scene of controlled chaos. Academy artificers worked alongside city engineers to catalog the Baron's equipment (the man himself had vanished in the confusion following the resonance cascade). Awakened automatons wandered the space, some weeping electronically as they rediscovered their suppressed memories, others simply marveling at the return of choice to their existence.
By Shane D. Spear4 months ago in Fiction
The Envelopes. Winner in A Knock at the Door Challenge.
They gave me a watch before they gave me the keys. "No digital," the day attendant said, digging through the cluttered office drawer. "Here." She dropped a weight into my palm; a worn, old-fashioned wristwatch with a domed glass and a second hand that ticked like a heartbeat.
By Autumn Stew4 months ago in Fiction
The Red Head: Honoring WWII Resistance Fighter Hannie Schaft in a Bold New Film
History’s Fragile Freedom History has a way of reminding us that freedom is fragile. In the darkest days of World War II, a young Dutch woman named Hannie Schaft risked everything to resist fascism, save Jewish lives, and defy an empire.
By David Roy4 months ago in Fiction
Knock Once, Knock Twice
Sarah sat on the couch watching her favorite comedy on Netflix. She smiled occasionally but seldom broke into laughter. Her life had not been the same for several years.
By Calvin London4 months ago in Fiction
All He Could Give Me Was a Chill. Content Warning.
Although this story stands on its own, it’s also a companion to my earlier piece, All I Could Give Her Was a Chill. If you’d like to see his perspective, you can read it here.
By Sandy Gillman4 months ago in Fiction
The Legend of Long-Shanks. Top Story - October 2025.
Goody Patience had just laid her head upon the pillow when it happened. For a moment, she believed she were dreaming, so she rolled over and paid it no heed. Her eyes snapped open again the same second she closed them, however, when she heard it once more: a sharp knock-knock-knocking on the front door downstairs.
By Natalie Gray4 months ago in Fiction
When the Sun Didn’t Rise for 30 Days
When the Sun Didn’t Rise for 30 Days A Tale of Survival, Fear, and Hope in the Longest Night The sun is something most of us take for granted. We wake up with its first light, and we rest when it sets, knowing it will return the next morning without fail. But imagine a world where one day the sun doesn’t come back. Not for a few hours. Not for one long night. But for thirty days in a row.
By Farooq Hashmi4 months ago in Fiction
Thin Line. Honorable Mention in Parallel Lives Challenge.
TBL Fingers with dirty nails shook as they struggled to tie bloody boot laces. Officer Perty was unsure of how his boots had come untied in the interaction. Blue and red light flashed around him, and he felt dizzy, sick, inhuman. ‘What have I done?’, he asked himself as he stood and looked at the body, the very small body of the man—boy that he’d just shot. Blood pooled around the body slowly, shining in the moonlight, reflections of the red and blue lights danced on the liquid. There was a buzzing in Perty’s ears, a low hum of blood pulsing through his own veins. His head was spinning with a deep pain, and his whole body vibrated with anxiety. Someone slapped his shoulder.
By Raine Fielder4 months ago in Fiction