thriller

Pizza From The Void
The clock on Jason’s dashboard flickered, the LED digits shifting erratically between 11:59 PM and 12:00 AM. It was late, and this last delivery didn’t even make sense. The order had come in through a glitchy phone call, the voice on the other end crackling like static, reciting an address that didn’t appear on any map.
By V-Ink Stories4 months ago in Fiction
One Slice Short
It was Jason’s third week on the job at Hot & Fresh Pizza, and he was already running on fumes. It wasn’t glamorous work, but it paid the bills. He was on his final delivery of the night—a house at the edge of town, nestled deep in a forest. The customer, listed as Ms. Eliza Morrell, had left an unusually specific note:
By V-Ink Stories4 months ago in Fiction
Delivery After Midnight
Jason leaned against the counter of Midtown Pizza, scrolling through his phone. It was 11:55 PM, and the kitchen was winding down for the night. The “No Deliveries After Midnight” sign hung prominently above the register. Everyone knew the rule—unspoken but sacred. No one asked why, but no one dared to break it.
By V-Ink Stories4 months ago in Fiction
No Escape Route
Jason tightened his grip on the steering wheel as the GPS directed him farther into the woods. The glowing screen read “3 miles to destination”, but the road ahead was little more than a dirt trail, uneven and lined with gnarled, overhanging branches.
By V-Ink Stories4 months ago in Fiction
The Man Who Planted Rain
One morning, under a sky bleached white by heat, an old man knelt in the dust at the edge of a forgotten village. His name was Noor—everyone called him Baba Noor—and he was planting seeds again.
By meerjanan4 months ago in Fiction
The Book That Wrote Itself
The Book That Wrote Itself It began with a whisper. I had just moved into my grandmother’s old house after her passing. Among the dusty shelves and locked trunks, one object caught my attention—a leather-bound book with no title, resting silently in a wooden box. Its pages were blank, or so I thought.
By Muhammad Kaleemullah4 months ago in Fiction
You Have Five Minutes
**Author's note: One Missed Call (2008) was the first spooky/horror movie I remember watching while growing up. This story was inspired by that movie. I hope you enjoy this piece of fiction writing.**
By Chloe Rose Violet 🌹4 months ago in Fiction
The City of Almost
The City of Almost When Mira first moved to the city, she thought the locals were joking. “You’ll see them,” her landlord had said while handing her the brass key with its strange, crooked teeth. “Don’t stare too long. That’s the trick.”
By Timothy A Rowland4 months ago in Fiction
The Madness of the Fox. Honorable Mention in The Shape of the Thing Challenge. Content Warning.
John Junius drives his creaky old Taurus down Jasper's bend, which is also called called County Road 15, according to his outdated GPS-- the one with the tinny British accent.
By Sam Spinelli4 months ago in Fiction
To the bitter end
And, with that, inexplicably to all but finally to some, the star closest to Earth began to fuel itself, going forth the way a vehicle pumps out the last of its gasoline before dying completely. And in doing so the star began to swell; slowly at first, so much so the few who witnessed this beginning deemed it an optical illusion. But they were as wrong as this day was short. It kept growing, as if consuming the sky itself with its orange glow, small canyons of blazing red now becoming visible to the burning naked eye. People ran inside but it was no use; they knew this, of course, but it just seemed better to do something when the Sun is about to devour you. Finally the forests and cities of the world began melting and lighting all at once, sealing the doom not just of civilization but of all sentient life within it…
By J.C. Traverse4 months ago in Fiction
The Abyssal Caller. Content Warning.
The ocean is never truly silent. Even in its deepest trenches, there is the groan of shifting tectonic plates, the distant rumble of volcanoes, and the strange choruses of unseen creatures. But when the Calypso II descended into the uncharted stretch beyond the Mariana Trench, all sound vanished.
By E. hasan5 months ago in Fiction
The Illusion of Impact
Work was done for the day. I hop in my truck; body covered in drywall dust. I am large, standing 6 feet and 6 inches tall. I am covered so much in this white dust that my daughter calls me the abominable snowman. I laugh when she says that. Roll my eyes in gesture. She’s only six and the way she pronounces such a big word makes me laugh even harder. Like when the person’s laugh is funnier than the joke that was just told.
By Amy5 months ago in Fiction