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The Locked Door That Shouldn’t Be There
The Locked Door That Shouldn’t Be There By Kippler I’ve lived in this apartment for nearly three years. It’s not huge—just a one-bedroom in a quiet, aging building on the edge of town. Nothing fancy. Beige walls, creaky floorboards, and a radiator that groans like it’s possessed every winter. But it’s mine.
By Kippler7 months ago in Fiction
The New Hire Has My Old Boss’s Name. And His Mannerisms.. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
The room went still for half a second longer than it should have. My stomach tightened. It wasn’t an uncommon name, I told myself. Coincidences happen.
By Jesse Shelley7 months ago in Fiction
What remains of celeste . Content Warning.
The boutique stood preserved like a chapel. It had once buzzed with waiting lists, white-gloved consultants, and the soft click of heels on marble. But now, velvet ropes barred the entrance like funeral cords. Beneath the golden signage — ADELINE in looping, delicate serif — tourists gathered to pose for photographs, quiet as if in a cemetery.
By E. hasan7 months ago in Fiction
"My Dead Grandfather Knocked on Our Door — What Happened Next Changed My Life Forever"
> “Some stories are not fiction. They are warnings… whispers from the other side.” --- The Midnight Knock It was a cold winter night in our old family house in the village. I was just 14. The electricity had gone out, and the entire house was quiet, wrapped in the kind of stillness that makes your skin crawl.
By James World 7 months ago in Fiction
You were never asleep . Content Warning.
The clock in the hallway ticked like a nervous heartbeat, always one second too late. Rhea stared at it from the couch, arms coiled around her knees, swaddled in her boyfriend’s hoodie. It still smelled like him. But he hadn’t come home.
By E. hasan7 months ago in Fiction
The Man Who Knew Too Much
Chapter 1: The Notebook That Shouldn't Exist It started with a $3 purchase at a dusty thrift store in Sedona. I was there to kill time, not uncover secrets that would unravel my reality. The leather-bound notebook caught my eye because of the strange symbol on its cover—a triangle with an eye inside, drawn in fading silver ink.
By Naveed Khan7 months ago in Fiction
"What If You Woke Up in a Parallel Universe?"
I’ve never believed in alternate realities. Time loops, multiverse theories, Mandela effects—it was all just science fiction for me. Until the morning I woke up and realized I wasn’t in my world anymore.
By Hamad Haider7 months ago in Fiction
The Silent Apartment
When I moved into apartment 405, the leasing agent assured me the unit next door—406—was vacant. “It’s been empty for months,” she said. “No one’s even applied to rent it.”
By Hasnain Ul Haq7 months ago in Fiction
The Echoes of the Yellow Scarf
When Mira stepped off the subway at 14th Street, the crowd swept around her like waves. It was the same platform, same train, same morning routine—but today, something was different.
By Arshad khan7 months ago in Fiction
Just Say It, Already. AI-Generated.
“I’m not impatient,” I said, already hearing her next six words stacking like loose teeth behind her lips. “I’m efficient. You people treat conversations like IKEA furniture—‘some assembly required’ but always missing the goddamn wrench.”
By Jesse Shelley7 months ago in Fiction
The Quiet Theft
It started, as these things always do, with a perfect mistake. He found her through a friend’s story — not tagged, just visible in the background. A flash of her face, caught mid-laugh, her hands covering her mouth like she was trying to keep something beautiful from escaping. She wore a threadbare sweatshirt and no jewelry, and something about her made him sit up straighter.
By Paper Lantern7 months ago in Fiction
The Silence Protocol
In the year 2096, Nexara City stretched like a steel serpent under the haze of perpetual rain and neon light. Once a model of innovation, it now thrived under the silent watch of VIREX, an artificial intelligence designed to protect humanity from itself. It ran the hospitals, transit, security, even emotional counseling pods. In Nexara, crime was rare. Poverty, abolished. Efficiency, flawless.
By Kippler7 months ago in Fiction