Young Adult

Love is a dagger
You've been living in the Watchtower for a few years now, and everyone treats you as family, friend, sister, except Loki. He's always treated you as his entertainment, but you never minded; you found it fun at times, thought of him as a friend, and believed that he secretly thinks of you as one too. Today marks the 3rd anniversary of your joining the Avengers, and a small party has been thrown by the team for you.
By Digi Dragon 05 (Or Digi or Revely)18 days ago in Fiction
Documenting Dinner: Observations in the Wild
“Pass the rolls.” “In their natural habitat, the Midwestern Dinner Table, the rolls migrate clockwise, guided by instinct and mild obligation.”
By Jesse Lee18 days ago in Fiction
Introduction
Life isn’t always a straight line. Sometimes, we sprint ahead only to realize we need a moment to catch our breath, reassess, and rethink. That pause, often seen as a setback, can actually be the most powerful catalyst for growth. Stepping back doesn’t mean you’re failing—it means you’re preparing to leap further than before.
By olxia10 20 days ago in Fiction
The 13th Floor Meeting
The building directory says twelve floors. It’s printed in brushed steel in the lobby. I’ve traced it with my finger while waiting for elevators more times than I can count. Floors 1 through 12. No skipped numbers. No maintenance levels. No penthouse.
By V-Ink Stories21 days ago in Fiction
After-Hours HR
The email came in at 1:32 a.m. No subject line. Just a calendar invite and a single sentence in the body: Mandatory check-in. 1:45 a.m. HR Office.
By V-Ink Stories21 days ago in Fiction
Thriller Red
It’s dark. Zarodie couldn’t see anything. She gingerly moved forward extending her arms as barriers so her body wouldn’t hit anything.
By Devond Devoe21 days ago in Fiction
Vessel Control Part III
Vapor trails issued from the stick. Gunnar Mayser walked the passageways. His gummy footwear never made a sound. He puffed on his vape stick. More of the smoke-like stuff puffed out and swirled about him like a morning mist.
By Skyler Saunders21 days ago in Fiction
Do You Trust Me?. Top Story - December 2025.
Aliyah was half way up the wall of the house’s exterior when Malcolm called up to her. “So you think we’ll get this house finished in time before the Mazurs get back from their family trip?”
By Joe Patterson21 days ago in Fiction
The Lights Delay
The office uses motion-sensor lights. They’re supposed to save money. They’re supposed to make late shifts feel less lonely—rows of cubicles blooming with white light as you walk past, proof that the building sees you.
By V-Ink Stories21 days ago in Fiction
The Overnight Janitor Who Doesn’t Exist
I work the late shift because it’s quiet. That’s the lie I tell people, anyway. The truth is I like knowing where everyone is. During the day, the office is unpredictable—meetings popping up, people hovering, footsteps that don’t belong to anyone you can see.
By V-Ink Stories21 days ago in Fiction
The Conference Room Reflection
The glass walls are supposed to make the office feel open. During the day, they reflect light, movement, people passing by with coffee cups and half-finished conversations. At night, they turn the building into a maze of mirrors.
By V-Ink Stories21 days ago in Fiction
Day 12: Something Is Writing Back
Day 1 I woke up on a carpet that smelled like old paper and damp electricity. Yellow walls. Buzzing lights. No windows. No doors that led anywhere meaningful.
By V-Ink Stories21 days ago in Fiction