Short Story

Night of The Pandas. Content Warning.
Just an FYI: March 16th is National Panda Day! It began like any other night. My husband, brother, and I took our dogs out for a late-night stroll. They did not like being out around our neighbors or their respective pets, and neither did we, so this routine suited us just fine--anything to maintain the peace.
By Rain Dayze2 days ago in Fiction
Subterrain
Introduction This wonderfully creepy image is another shared by The Enchanted Booklet on Facebook here: I thought I saw a tale, there, thinking of Gollum, but much darker.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 days ago in Fiction
Why a Real Zombie Apocalypse Would Probably Fail
They’re the living dead. Our nightmares wrapped in rotting flesh. Brain-hungry monsters that shuffle through our favorite shows and movies like they own the place.
By Areeba Umair2 days ago in Fiction
Star light
It was a winter night magic left her finger tips, it moved in the sky and connect with the stars. Star light was a Native American girl who had magic powers. She had the ability to speak life in the universe and when someone with a pure heart wished upon a star the wish will be granted. Starlight was gifted, she had a kind heart and she was the most beautiful woman in their town. It was a rural area they still lived in tents and very old houses, made out of sand. Starlight had a kind heart and she was loved by everyone in her community. She was a special teenage girl. Although she had great beauty she was still a child, she was eighteen years of age. She was living with her parents and was the only child. So naturally her parents were very protective over her because of her beauty and the special magical gift she had.
By Miss Bey2 days ago in Fiction
A love I lost
We pour our souls into love only to lose it in the end. Some people are lucky enough to find genuine and real love; sadly, I am not one of them. I find love only to lose it. I found him and lost him. I loved him, then hated him. He made me happy. I thought I was the luckiest woman to have him in my life. I thought he was a gift from God. My joy turned into pain. He disappointed me and broke my heart over and over again until I stopped loving him. My happiness came to an end. We broke up eventually. We both stopped fighting for the love we had. Our love was not enough to keep us together.
By Miss Bey2 days ago in Fiction
Babbling Dixie. Top Story - March 2026.
The short form of tomorrow is never the whole story. Abbreviations mean nothing when we are born to die and we all are aren't we? Being spoken for before birth is something we're not supposed to remember like some kind of karma after effect. Still here we are spending our lives looking for each other.
By Canuck Scriber Lisa Lachapelle2 days ago in Fiction
The Boy Who Collected Sunsets. AI-Generated.
Every evening, just before the sun disappeared behind the hills, a boy named Arman climbed the same small hill outside his town.
By Waleed khan2 days ago in Fiction
The Digital Ghost
Have you ever noticed how the brightest screens leave the darkest shadows? We spend our lives building a digital monument to a person that doesn't actually exist. We have become a generation of ( Digital Ghosts) - haunting our own lives instead of living them. you check your phone to see if you're happy , but the screen only tells you if you're liked. Ask yourself: If you couldn't post about it... would you still be doing it?"
By Its_Shani 2 days ago in Fiction
The Insulted and the Miraculous. Content Warning.
My mother and I found ourselves in one of those establishments--Italian, perhaps, or some pale imitation thereof--where the air is thick with the scent of garlic and the clatter of plates, and every glance from a stranger feels like an accusation.
By ANTICHRIST SUPERSTAR2 days ago in Fiction
The Boss Survived
The Boss Survived Short Story, Fiction, Suspense, Horror, Karmic
By Joshua Lee Prentice2 days ago in Fiction
Belgreth Is Real
I’m here to tell you how the story of Dracula came to be. The entire premise stems from my travels and the stories I learned along the way.
By Andrea Corwin 3 days ago in Fiction
LHS Class of 01 The Reunion
On the ride home, the city lights blur into a river of colors, and he found himself reflecting on everything they said and heard. Joan looks out the window, her profile illuminated, and she murmurs, “Do you think we’ll come back next year?” He glanced at her, feeling the warmth of her presence, and answered, “If we keep making memories like tonight, I’m sure we will.” The conversation drifts to plans for future gatherings, shared recipes, and the possibility of taking a trip together, all while the hum of the engine becomes a steady backdrop to our renewed connection. They were also thinking about Valerie and how she will deal with her pending divorce.
By Forest Green3 days ago in Fiction