Short Story
The Leprechaun in the Basement
The scratching started three nights before St. Patrick’s Day. At first, the homeowner assumed it was mice. The house was old, built sometime in the 1940s, with narrow crawlspaces beneath the living room floor. Small animals getting in wasn’t unusual. The sound came in short bursts—scratching, dragging, then silence.
By V-Ink Storiesa day ago in Fiction
First Sight Love: The Moment That Changed Everything
There are moments in life that arrive without warning—quiet, ordinary, almost invisible. Yet somehow, they carry the power to change everything. This is a story of first sight love, a feeling so sudden and so deep that it makes you question everything you once believed about love.
By hamad khana day ago in Fiction
The Clock That Forgot Time. AI-Generated.
In a quiet town where nothing ever seemed to change, there lived a young man named Ayaan. His life was as predictable as the ticking of the old clock hanging in his room. Every morning, he woke up at exactly 7:00 a.m., drank his tea at 7:15, and left for work at 8:00 sharp. His days passed like pages in a book no one cared to read.
By Waleed khana day ago in Fiction
Above From Below Part 5
Rick was dressed and ready to go, after a much needed rest at a local hotel. It was one of those cash by the hour joints, or by the week, as the case was. It served Rick well enough since it had a shower, a toilet, and a sink with running water. There was an ice machine at the end of the structure, and across the street was a greasy diner. Overall, he'd been forced to spend time in worse placed than this.
By Jason Mortona day ago in Fiction
Never Go Through This Door
Never Go Through This Door The warning was carved deep into the wood, not written, not painted, but cut in hard as if someone had pressed a blade into it again and again just to make sure it stayed. The letters were uneven, rough at the edges, and darkened with age. You could tell it had been there a long time. Never go through this door. I stood there longer than I should have, not because I believed it, but because of how it had been done. No one carves something like that for no reason. It takes time, effort, and a state of mind that does not come lightly.
By George’s Girl 2026 a day ago in Fiction
LHS Class of 01 Reunion '21
Emily, eager to contribute, pulled up a shared document and began scrolling through the tentative itinerary, pointing out that the chosen banquet hall had a garden that would be perfect for a sunset cocktail hour. As they debated décor themes and music playlists, the Zoom call buzzed with excitement, each suggestion building a vivid picture of the night they all hoped would recapture the spirit of their teenage years.
By Forest Greena day ago in Fiction
LHS Class of 01 Reunion '21
The conversation then turned to the emotional undercurrents that a reunion inevitably brings, a topic that both Megan and Joan approached with a mixture of anticipation and gentle trepidation. “I’m a little nervous about how some of our classmates have changed,” Megan admitted, her voice softening. “Will we still click? Will the old jokes still land?” Joan placed a reassuring hand on her own heart, as if to convey solidarity across the digital divide, and responded, “I think the core of who we are remains the same; we just need to be open, listen, and let the evening unfold naturally. And if anyone feels out of place, we can be the anchors that bring them back into the circle.” Their mutual understanding of the delicate balance between nostalgia and present‑day realities underscored the depth of their friendship, a bond capable of guiding them through both logistical challenges and emotional terrain.
By Forest Greena day ago in Fiction
All the children
Alice a child who is just getting to know herself and how to make friends is a little girl who likes to read and write and play outside. One day she and her mother went to the park. Her mother knew what the first thing that Alice wanted to do there and wouldn't you know it right to the sandbox she went. What is it about the sandbox? Is it the sand and the digging around in it or what? Alice likes to make towers and on this day another child came by the name of
By Mark Grahama day ago in Fiction
Like The Ashes of Lanterns on the Wind
One of the problems with living in the swamp is that there is no horizon. The other is the random appearance of the wisps. The lantern’s glow reminded me of the little pests, each a lantern unto itself. Sometimes, like tonight, they would cover the swamp. Like people, there were many types of wisps, and the problem was figuring out which were which, especially given how identical the flames were to each other. If you followed the right ones, you could become a richer person, but if you followed the wrong ones, you could become as ashes in the wind.
By Jamais Jochima day ago in Fiction
