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Her.
I never believed in God as a child. In fact, I would sit idly, fantasising about the crack in my grandmother’s living room ceiling, wanting it to split open and cave in. I would picture the plaster crumbling over, breaking as many bones in my little body as possible. Just so she could stop boring me about this religious bloke who, apparently, was the best thing since sliced bread. She would try to educate me on all the healing he had done in the world, and all the wonderful things he had planned for my future.
By Bryony-Leigh5 months ago in Fiction
The Day I Went Missing in My Life
I barely slept that night. Every time I closed my eyes, I could see the map — the red dot bleeding through the paper, the saw-edged lines slashing across the forest. And the date. Today.
By Leyvel Writes5 months ago in Fiction
Honor. Top Story - August 2025.
All he had in his life was honor. In the corner of his small bedchamber, a smoldering ancestral votive with notes of incense, jasmine, and wildflower fought the stench of the world beyond. It was a futile effort. Moonlight reflected off his sword reverently held between two wooden pedestals. It was his father’s blade, cooled with honor by blood of the Emperor’s enemies.
By Matthew J. Fromm5 months ago in Fiction
Ghosts in the Ledgers
The Grand Idlewild Hotel doesn’t just have history; it wears it like a fine perfume. Its lobby smells of beeswax, old paper, and whispered secrets. I was hired to drag those secrets into the digital age, to scan a century’s worth of guest ledgers and event logs for their fancy new historical database.
By Danyal Hashmi5 months ago in Fiction
Address Unknown
Jason’s shift at Midnight Slice was supposed to end at 10 PM, but a sudden influx of late-night orders kept him stuck behind the counter. By the time he grabbed his jacket, the clock read 11:47 PM, and he was ready to bolt for the door.
By V-Ink Stories5 months ago in Fiction
Solstice Pact
The summer solstice had always been a time for celebration in Oak Hollow. Bonfires burned high, music filled the air, and the longest day of the year felt endless in the best way possible. This year, however, it would truly never end.
By V-Ink Stories5 months ago in Fiction
When the Call Came at Midnight: Chapter Three
The rain refused to stop, and neither did my heartbeat. Adrian stood like a shield in front of me, facing the stranger who had appeared out of the storm as if he belonged to it. The lightning framed him in silver for a moment, and I caught a glimpse of sharp eyes that never once blinked.
By Saba Writes5 months ago in Fiction
The Clock Stopped at 3:07
The night it started, I thought it was just a coincidence. I had fallen asleep on the couch, the TV still on, when a sharp click jolted me awake. I glanced over at the old clock on the wall—the one my grandmother left me. Its second hand had frozen, pointing straight at the seven.
By ETS_Story5 months ago in Fiction
The Power of AI: How Artificial Intelligence is Shaping the Future of Humanity
The Power of AI: How Artificial Intelligence is Shaping the Future of Humanity --- A New Era of Intelligence Artificial Intelligence (AI) is no longer the stuff of science fiction—it’s here, woven into the fabric of our daily lives. At its core, AI is the simulation of human intelligence by machines. It can learn, adapt, and even make decisions, sometimes faster and more accurately than people. What was once imagined in futuristic novels is now a reality: machines that recognize faces, translate languages, diagnose diseases, and even create art. The rise of AI represents a turning point in human history, comparable to the invention of electricity or the internet.
By Muhammad Ibrahim5 months ago in Fiction
Route 96
“It’s real kind of you to help me find the road again,” the man said with a tired smile. “My car broke down out here today. Can’t even tell what went wrong with that old piece of junk. What was your name again?”
By Kamran Khan5 months ago in Fiction
Below Pressure(SCP-015)
Dan Mulrooney, fifty years old with thirty of those in the pipes, sat hunched in his rusted van outside the assigned job: a boarded-up, five-story brick corpse of a building tucked deep in ███████'s decaying industrial zone.
By V-Ink Stories5 months ago in Fiction
The Diary of a Girl Who Never Spoke
In the small coastal town of Whisper Bay, where the fog always lingered over the cliffs as if hiding secrets of its own, lived a girl named Ava Rose. At sixteen, she had already become something of a mystery. She hadn’t spoken a word in five years not since the stormy night her parents’ fishing boat disappeared without a trace.
By Muzamil khan5 months ago in Fiction