Short Story

I Had No Way Back. AI-Generated.
The alarm rang at 5:10 a.m., the same shrill sound that had dragged me out of sleep for the past eight years. For a moment I lay still in the darkness, staring at the cracked ceiling above my bed. Outside, the city was quiet in that brief hour before the morning rush. Somewhere far away, a truck rumbled. Pipes in the building clanked softly.
By Jenny 3 days ago in Fiction
I Took a Job I Never Imagined — And It Changed Me . AI-Generated.
The job offer came on a gray afternoon that felt exactly like every other afternoon of that difficult year. I remember staring at the email on my phone while sitting on a bench outside a grocery store.
By Peter3 days ago in Fiction
The First Time I Saw Hope. AI-Generated.
The first time I saw hope, it did not arrive like a sunrise. There was no dramatic moment, no music swelling in the background, no sudden miracle.
By Peter3 days ago in Fiction
The Moment I Stopped Feeling Powerless. AI-Generated.
The morning I stopped feeling powerless began like every other morning in those years — with the sound of my alarm clock buzzing beside a bed that felt heavier than it should.
By Peter3 days ago in Fiction
Achiever, Believer
"Come on, Mike," Sam yelled, "We've got this. Just a couple more miles. Keep running!" My best friend, Samantha had always been a tomboy. She favored individual sports early on, especially running, swimming and tennis. Later, she joined soccer. We got along great because I was a jock too. I favored team sports like football and basketball. That wasn't the major difference between us.
By Julie Lacksonen3 days ago in Fiction
Those Darkling Elves
Introduction This is a tale inspired by this amazing illustration shared by The Enchanted Booklet on Facebook. The music is "Seven Hundred Elves" by Steeleye Span
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 days ago in Fiction
Next From the Void
"So, stardust... what now? Is this how you thought it'd start over?" Runa looked out ahead at the nothingness. Wondering how they got so far this time. They had never made it to the end before. This is definitely not what was expected. Looking up, they replied, "It's just- nothing.... like actually nothing." The ethereal figure looked around and nodded. "Why is it like this?" The figure responded to Runa's question, "You have started a new. The world is yours to dream now.... You dream it; it exists. You awake, it doesn't. And it continues until someone finds your void. As you have found mine." Runa is left to process as the figure turns transparent, then to dust like stars in the void. Finds mine? A void? Dreams? - all questions in Runa's head, accompanied by confusion with a sense of awe and horror. At some point, she sits down and closes her eyes. Opening them to a forest that has started to fill the nothing. The beginning of her next dream....
By Ollie J Arts3 days ago in Fiction
The Equable Air
You could see different faces as they poured in like a cup of tea and poured out. They were happy or happy; they weren’t really sad.
By Caitlin Charlton3 days ago in Fiction
The Silver Creation
“My brother warned me to not accept gifts from the one who commissioned you,” Epimetheus said, his voice echoing against the stone pillars of the temple. Before him stood a woman clad in silvery raiments, her skin catching the flickering light of the torches. A silver tiara rested upon her brow, and rings glinted from her fingers and toes.
By imtiazalam3 days ago in Fiction
The Pharaoh in the Pyramid is Alive
"Does anyone remember the Tri-Main Headcast being off before?" asked Akhenaten to noone in particular. The response was a chorus of blank stares and murmurs of "no".
By A. S. Lawrence4 days ago in Fiction
The Devourer of Villages
There are several "Founding Fathers" celebrated in American history, but none more famous and mythologized than our very first terrorist-in-chief: George Washington.
By Sam Spinelli4 days ago in Fiction
Moirai. Content Warning.
The Three Sisters of Fate, Clotho, Lachesis and Atropos, control every birth, life and death since the beginning of time. Everything from the very moment of a babe’s first breath is caused by their involvement. Every major life event, every new pathway someone might pick, is pre-allotted to them. There aren’t truly any choices in the matter; we are all simply puppets hanging from strings, being danced through life by the masters of our fate.
By Maddy Haywood4 days ago in Fiction