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A Deadly Door Knock
The knock was polite—three quick, practiced raps—so ordinary it almost made me think it was a neighbor borrowing sugar. I opened the door to see a man in his thirties with a face marked by worry lines and trembling palms, as if the cold had seeped into his bones. He glanced past me, his voice already rushing, breath hitching like someone who’d just run a race he hadn’t prepared for.
By Anthony Chan4 months ago in Fiction
A Guardian Angel’s Fight
Description This is a guardian angel short story about an unseen fight with a low-level demon. It is an angel versus demon story where a clumsy guardian struggles to hold on to the fob that links him to his charge, stumbling through battle but refusing to give up.
By Joey Raines4 months ago in Fiction
ayuda. Top Story - September 2025. Content Warning.
“ayuda?,” a soft voice knocks on the gates of my sanctuary. a modest plea from the other side of my mental fortress; opposite my walls, locks, moats, and more walls of security after security within my thoughts.
By ⸘jason alan‽4 months ago in Fiction
Knockout. Top Story - September 2025.
I've been trying to sleep for six hours now. Lately, I've been having more and more trouble falling asleep. Then, I hear this unsettling sound, like an unwelcome guest, demanding to be acknowledged. It always plays out this way.
By Moon Desert4 months ago in Fiction
The Unintended Exchange
The insistent chirp of his phone alarm sliced through the pre-dawn quiet, dragging Alex from a surprisingly vivid dream of flying saucers and existential dread. He slapped at the bedside table, silencing the incessant noise, and groaned. Monday. His least favorite day, made even more unbearable by an 8 AM lecture on quantum mechanics – a subject that consistently made his brain feel like a scrambled egg.
By Alpha Cortex4 months ago in Fiction
Cotton Candy, Pizza And Missiles Wild Adventure At Sea. AI-Generated.
The sea was as calm as a deep blue mirror, sunlight scattering across its surface like shards of gold. Pa En Urey lay on the deck of the small boat, eyes closed, inhaling the salty sea breeze, letting his body sway gently with the waves. In his hands was a travel magazine; around him, the only sounds were the rhythm of the waves and the crisp calls of distant seabirds. It felt as if the entire world had slowed down.
By swing.panda74 months ago in Fiction
What Was Said. Content Warning.
He had done the presentation and asked if there were any questions, and he took a few and answered them perfectly. He knew his presentation had been close to perfect; he didn't know how not to aim for total perfection, but he knew others were not as conscientious in their work. He only had one way to do it.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 months ago in Fiction
The Lantern of Willowbrook
Start writing... In the year 1784, the village of Willowbrook lay nestled between rolling hills and a gentle river that sparkled under the morning sun. Cobblestone streets wound between timber-framed houses, their chimneys puffing delicate smoke into the crisp autumn air. Villagers moved with a rhythm as old as the hills themselves, tending to gardens, fetching water from the fountain, and greeting one another with warm smiles. Every morning, the bells of the small church rang softly, announcing the start of another day in the peaceful village.
By Muhammad Riaz4 months ago in Fiction
Stagnant Waters
Special Agent Thomas J. Beeman stood at the edge of the brackish green backwater, looking over his surroundings. Taking a deep breath of the humid, putrid-smelling air, he almost gagged. The Mentholatum that he normally used to cover crime scene smells didn’t seem to work here. It appeared the stench of death and decay was one he’d never get used to.
By Mother Combs4 months ago in Fiction
Hoag’s Object. Runner-Up in Through the Keyhole Challenge.
I had gotten used to the eyes, one after the other, peering constantly through the jagged remains of where a peephole once sat. Stranger’s trying to catch a glimpse of the accused until: This eye, this very eye in particular, that stared with a deep hatred burning into my soul. I knew this red-gold-hazel iris that lit up a room like fire. She was the reason I would be locked in this cabin, a prisoner, until our arrival in Pteetneet City. This is where the proper authorities would step in to arrest me.
By Amos Glade4 months ago in Fiction
