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The Lantern in the Fog
The fog settled over the village like a blanket soaked in silence. At first it was gentle, wrapping the streets in a quiet hush. But as night deepened, it thickened into something heavier, almost alive, crawling along the cobblestones and slipping into the cracks of every home. It was not the kind of fog that simply blurred the edges of things. This fog carried a chill that touched the marrow, a weight that pressed on the heart, and whispered doubts in voices that sounded eerily familiar.
By Sound and Spiritabout a month ago in Fiction
The Pfister sisters and other God-blessed heroes . Winner in Mismatch Challenge. Content Warning.
Blessed are the poor in spirit, for they will have absolute revenge. Blessed are the meek, for they will be terrible with strength in the Lord. Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will take nourishment from the wicked. Blessed are the pure in heart, for no evil shall stand against them.
By Sam Spinelliabout a month ago in Fiction
Warnings in the Wind
January 24th. Today is Michael's 32nd birthday. Even with the dark, gloomy weather that usually comes this time of year, nothing can ruin the excitement I have for tonight's birthday dinner. We have plans to meet at this beautiful restaurant on Main Street, Martha’s Exchange. It started as just a candy shop in 1936 and has now grown into a full eatery and brewery, with little pieces of history throughout the place. Very fancy, which also means very expensive. So we agreed to keep it for a special occasion. I just can’t decide what I want to wear. We've been looking forward to tonight for so long I can’t just dress casually. My Uber is ten minutes away, and that’s only making me ten times more stressed. I quickly throw on a short black dress, take the rollers out of my hair, which reveal beautiful effortless blonde curls, and throw on my winter boots. I’m not naive to the fact that the boots throw off the entire outfit, but it’s the middle of winter in New England for Christ’s sake. I’m in such a rush to catch my Uber that I almost forget to say goodbye to Church, the newest addition to the family. A little black Persian kitty that Michael got me last week to keep me company while he’s away on those long business trips. We agreed on Church thanks to our mutual love of Stephen King. As silly as it may sound, she’s helped me more than I expected. Cats really do seem to have a sixth sense and know when you’re struggling. Just having her around has brought me so much comfort, and we’ve become best friends in such a short amount of time. I say my goodbyes, quickly throw on my winter jacket and scarf, and hop into my Uber.
By Brandy Fabout a month ago in Fiction
Nothing to Fear
I hated walking past that mirror. Not only was it ugly but there was something about it that I couldn't explain. An eerie feeling. Like I shouldn't even have that mirror in my house.
By Jasmine Aguilarabout a month ago in Fiction
They said my daughter was next. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
The night air was heavy. We were walking back from my daughter’s school recital, holding hands, cutting through a shortcut I had taken a thousand times. Then, shadows detached themselves from the wall. Four men. Maybe five.
By I don't sleepabout a month ago in Fiction
The Glass Castle. Content Warning.
1. The waiter uncorked the red and poured. Jack spun it and brought the bouquet to his nose. He inhaled. He tasted. He sucked at the air and swivelled the wine across his pallet. He shut his eyes. It was theatre.
By Dean F. Hardyabout a month ago in Fiction
Where The Forest Laughs
This is a supernatural American folk Horror about blood thirsty little creatures that bite. Two New York detectives follow the blood stained evidence of a murder case deep into American mythology, legend, folklore, and blood thirsty little creatures--THAT BITE!!!
By Edward Smithabout a month ago in Fiction
Patriots. Expatriates.
The white china cup clattered against the serving plate as the train hit a soft bump. He stared glassy-eyed as the coffee within swirled. Mountains flitted by his window, their gray dominance only interrupted by the lush green landscape at their base.
By Matthew J. Frommabout a month ago in Fiction
The Defender Of The Faith. Honorable Mention in Craft Over Catharsis Challenge.
On the castle green below, the Crown Prince chased a black cat under the ever watchful eye of the King.
By Matthew J. Frommabout a month ago in Fiction
The Last Message Sent at 11:59. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
At exactly 11:59 p.m., every phone in the city buzzed at the same time. No notification sound anyone recognized. No app logo. Just a single message on a black screen:“You have one minute to remember.”
By Gabriel Waltoneabout a month ago in Fiction
Compound Growth
The first thing Marcus noticed was Derek's skin. It wasn't dramatic—not at first. Just a certain smoothness to his colleague's face during the Monday morning standup, a tightness around the jaw that hadn't been there Friday. Derek had always been soft, doughy in that way of men who'd stopped caring somewhere around their second divorce. But now his cheeks held a new geometry. His neck no longer folded into his collar.
By Destiny S. Harrisabout a month ago in Fiction
What A Clown. Honorable Mention in Mismatch Challenge. Top Story - January 2026.
I heard of the jokester in town. My staff was afraid to share the tales, for they knew the stories infuriated me and punishment was my expertise. I inflicted many types, and excelled at using sharp objects and heated “instruments.”
By Andrea Corwin about a month ago in Fiction