Young Adult
Shimmer on the Tree
On the highest branch of the family Christmas tree hung a tiny ornament shaped like a star. It was no bigger than a marble, and its paint was slightly chipped from years of being handled by excited little hands. Around it were bright red balls, glittering golden angels, and twinkling lights that danced across the room. The little ornament often felt small and unimportant, wondering if anyone even noticed it at all.
By Logan M. Snyderabout a month ago in Fiction
Christmas Tales ~ Three Wise Men
Christmas Eve in North America On Christmas Eve, three wise friends, Karl, William, and James, gather on a Microsoft Teams video call, speaking about their best friend, Jack, a sociologist of religion. Tragedy has struck: Jack was hit by a speeding car while grabbing lunch, losing critical amounts of blood. His family has donated, but he still needs more. Without it, he won’t survive.
By Mia Z. Edwardsabout a month ago in Fiction
The Day the Stars Went Out
The Night Everything Changed I was twelve years old the night the stars vanished. It wasn’t gradual. One moment, the sky was alive—thousands of tiny sparks scattered across the velvet dark. The next, they were gone. Every single one.
By Fazal Hadiabout a month ago in Fiction
[Disney Reddit] We’ve Been Told to Stop Acknowledging the Children in the Hallways
Posted by u/BehindTheCastleWalls — r/NoSleep I work night security at one of the resorts near Disney World. I won’t say which one, because I’d like to keep my job, but it’s one of the ones you’d recognize — themed, cheerful, always spotless, with music playing even at 2 a.m.
By V-Ink Storiesabout a month ago in Fiction
The Concession Stand Calls
Concession worker here… someone keeps calling our counter phone, and he hasn’t been alive for a long time. Hey everyone. I work at a pretty small, old theater — the kind with squeaky seats, weird carpet patterns from the 90s, and a concession stand that gets renovated about once every thirty years. I usually open on weekday mornings when it’s dead slow and feels like a tomb with a popcorn machine in it.
By V-Ink Storiesabout a month ago in Fiction
[Theater Reddit] The Never-Ending Reel
Posted by u/ProjectionGuy94 – 4 months ago I’ve been a projectionist for a decade. Old-school — real film, not digital. I’ve worked in the same small-town theater since I was 23. There’s something peaceful about it: the hum of the machines, the rhythmic clatter of reels spinning, the flicker of light through celluloid. It’s like the heartbeat of the building.
By V-Ink Storiesabout a month ago in Fiction
[Theater Reddit] The Locked Auditorium
Posted by u/UsherInTheDark – 2 months ago So I work night shift at a small-town movie theater. We close around 1 a.m. after the last show, and it’s my job to do the final sweep: check all theaters, shut down the projectors, make sure no one’s left behind. I’ve been doing this for three years now — mostly alone, because no one else wants to stay that late.
By V-Ink Storiesabout a month ago in Fiction
The Nutcracker's Curse
Emma Ross had always loved antique shopping, drawn to the allure of forgotten stories hidden within old trinkets. So when she stumbled upon the estate sale of the late Dr. Caldwell, a reclusive collector, she couldn’t resist. Among the dusty furniture and faded heirlooms, a peculiar nutcracker caught her eye.
By V-Ink Storiesabout a month ago in Fiction
The Kids’ Matinee That Never Happened
Projectionist here… something was sitting in Theater 6 this morning, and it wasn’t any of our customers. Hey everyone. Long-time lurker, first-time poster. I’ve worked at my local movie theater for about six years—mostly as a projectionist, which means I’m usually the first person in the building, alone, dealing with old equipment that likes to break at the most inconvenient possible moments.
By V-Ink Storiesabout a month ago in Fiction
The Final Showing
My manager found an unlabeled film reel in the basement… and the movie showed our theater burning down. Hey everyone. This isn’t my story exactly — it’s my manager’s — but I was there for the aftermath, and it messed me up enough that I need to write it out.
By V-Ink Storiesabout a month ago in Fiction
[Theater Reddit] The Back Row of Theater 6 Is Never Empty
Posted by u/UsherInTheDark – 2 months ago So I work night shift at a small-town movie theater. We close around 1 a.m. after the last show, and it’s my job to do the final sweep: check all theaters, shut down the projectors, make sure no one’s left behind. I’ve been doing this for three years now — mostly alone, because no one else wants to stay that late.
By V-Ink Storiesabout a month ago in Fiction
