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You’re the New Night-Shift Worker at a Remote Roadside Diner — And Something is Watching
--- The Job Seemed Perfect - Until the Rules Came You're twenty-three, broke, and stranded in a nowhere town off Route 46. So when the Sunset Grille offers a night-shift position, you take it without blinking.
By Ridhima Gandhi7 months ago in Fiction
ATale of Friendship, Jealousy, and Justice--
‎Once upon a time, in a forest, lived a mynah and a sparrow. They were very good friends. They played and worked together. One day, the sparrow flew far away. When she felt thirsty, she drank cold water from a spring flowing from a mountain. A few drops from the mountain fell on her beak. She felt her beak getting heavy. She shook her head here and there, but the weight on her beak wouldn't lessen. She asked the mountain, "Oh Mountain, why is there so much weight on my beak?" The mountain replied, "Little sparrow, I cry once a year. My tears are made of gold. When you drank the water, by chance, a few drops of my tears fell on your beak, and a golden shell formed over it." The sparrow returned home.
By Muhammad Saeed7 months ago in Fiction
The Girl Who Disappears in Every Photo
It started with a TikTok trend. “Zoom in on the corners of your old photos,” the trend said, “you might find someone who wasn’t there.”
By Kausar Hayat 7 months ago in Fiction
The Door Opened at 11:39 PM
to being on our own. My parents worked late shifts and rarely returned before midnight. The house, tucked at the edge of a dense forest, always felt too quiet, too still after the sun went down.
By CreepVille Horror Stories7 months ago in Fiction
The Mirror Only I Could See
I discovered the mirror when I was eleven. It wasn’t hidden behind a curtain or buried beneath the floorboards. It hung plainly in the hallway between my room and the laundry closet, a place so ordinary that no one paid attention to it — except me.
By Mian Nazir Shah7 months ago in Fiction
The other me woke up first . Content Warning.
The first thing I remember was the light — sharp, unnatural. My eyelids refused to cooperate. My limbs were limp, soaked in sweat, tingling like I’d just returned to them after years. There was a hum in the ceiling. A coldness in the floor. And someone breathing.
By E. hasan7 months ago in Fiction
Wired for War: The Neurobiology of Jingoism
The flag doesn’t bleed. But you do. And yet, when they raise it high, your chest swells as if it’s your own beating heart.
By Azam Tariq7 months ago in Fiction
Glass realms, Iron lies
"The truth is what breaks us. The lie is what keeps us whole." The Glass Realms were once said to be unbreakable. Seven floating kingdoms, each sculpted from starlit quartz and singing crystal, hovered above a shattered world. They gleamed in the sunlight, refracting myths and mercy down upon the scarred lands below.
By E. hasan7 months ago in Fiction
You left the door open . Content Warning.
You left the door open. That’s what the note said—scrawled in looping, childlike handwriting on the back of an old gas station receipt.
By E. hasan7 months ago in Fiction
The Whispered Name. Content Warning.
The sound of trickling water dissipated behind her as she slipped beneath the trees. Darkness had swallowed the world. No stars. No moon. No light. Her footsteps concealed, she was alone deep in the woods. Roots rose above the ground, reaching out their hands to trip her. The ground was slick, turning into ice by way of the crisp winter breeze. Her breath came in short frantic bursts—her lungs fighting against the heavy bitter air.
By Hailey M7 months ago in Fiction
Elle. Content Warning.
In the end it didn’t matter. In the end nothing would. Because in the end, they would never be able to hurt me again. *
By Kathryn Kluttz7 months ago in Fiction
The City Where Everyone Forgets Their Name
No one remembers arriving. The City has no welcome signs, no maps, no borders — just a quiet street that stretches endlessly in both directions, and a thick, humming silence that follows you like a shadow. Everyone here is... pleasant. Gentle smiles. Hollow eyes. Voices like distant echoes.
By Firdos Jamal7 months ago in Fiction