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Episode 10: Reunion
When I woke up, the lights hummed like they’d forgotten how to sleep. They weren’t warm lights. Not the buttery kind you get in kitchens or the soft ones in motel bathrooms that make even broken people look romantic. These lights were silver. Hard. Surgical. The kind that show everything.
By Paper Lantern6 months ago in Fiction
To Make Gods Kneel
The winds howled across the desert, kicking sand into furious spirals. The remains of Olympus shimmered like mirages on the horizon. Sarai stood in the heart of the battlefield, her body still buzzing from the previous fight, her knuckles sore, her pulse steady.
By Christina Nelson 6 months ago in Fiction
The Butcher’s Table. Content Warning.
I chop the meat. My job is one of transformation. We start with the husk of a living thing. It’s recognizable as a corpse. The bones are arrayed into a skeleton, the machinery of the muscles is still obvious, we can see the tendons that fasten it all together, and there is an image of the whole with all its functioning parts.
By Martin Vidal6 months ago in Fiction
I Was Missing for Three Days—But No One Remembers. Not Even Me.. AI-Generated.
I woke up on my couch, wearing the same clothes I had on Tuesday. But it was Friday. My phone had 27 missed calls, a few messages from coworkers asking if I was okay, and one from my sister that simply said:
By ElaheMindStories6 months ago in Fiction
Ghost of the Sea
Atlantis shimmered like a dream carved from crystal and sunlight. Sprawling towers of aquamarine glass spiraled into the clouds, their tips catching the light of twin suns as they arced across the sky. Bridges of living coral pulsed with life beneath footfalls, and waterfalls of liquid light cascaded down cliffs carved by gods. Magic was not a force here; it was breath, blood, instinct. The city pulsed with it.
By Christina Nelson 6 months ago in Fiction
Redemption, A Broken Souls Chronicle - Part 2. Content Warning.
The sound of crushing metal echoed through Hal's mind. He backed his truck away from her smashed vehicle and sped down the highway, ignoring the damage to his vehicle.. His work was done here, and he was certain the crash killed Lili. Elation washed over him as he picked up speed, knowing she’d never mess up his plans again.
By KA Stefana 6 months ago in Fiction
NOT ALL HOMES WELCOME YOU. Content Warning.
My friend Mr. Sinha had always believed in logic. A retired forest officer with a stern face and a steady voice, he laughed off the idea of ghosts and curses. When he bought a sprawling but decaying zamindar house in a remote Bengal village, he felt like he had found peace at last.
By Isabella Wood6 months ago in Fiction









