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What The Stars Withheld
500 years ago -Prologue Eternality. Silence. Order. This is what it stood for. Dust-laden fog floated between shelves, crumpling from the weight of arcane books, most of which were brittle and yellowed. Umbral darkness crept from behind, stalking its prey amongst the spectral atmosphere. Hushed sounds echoed, encircling the room with a tight numbness as if reverent to the fact that it lay in the center.
By Star Dust ☄️7 days ago in Fiction
The Seventh-Floor Pause
The elevator in the Rookery Building was older than the people who rode it. The brass numbers above the door had dulled into the color of old pennies, and the mirror at the back held everyone’s face a second too long, like it was deciding whether to keep them.
By Lawrence Lease7 days ago in Fiction
The Missing Ingredient. Top Story - February 2026.
The first time I saw her, she was wearing a velvety, red ribbon in her hair. She carried a small leather backpack everywhere. She searched the forest by turning stones, checking beneath shrubs, listening to the wind as if it might carry an answer.
By Imola Tóth7 days ago in Fiction
The Salt in her Voice. Top Story - February 2026.
The myth says mermaids sing to lure sailors to their death. But why? The ocean is huge. Only 5 percent has been discovered by man. Why would a creature of the sea with that much space to roam ever care about the fate of men on ships? The answer, as it turns out, is not a simple one at all. The truth about the myth is older than the tides. Long ago before the first ship ever cut across the surface, the sea made a pact with the sky. The sky would take the souls of the drowned. Anyone who died in storms or any quiet accidents of the deep would have their soul lifted upward to the Heavens while the bodies would remain below, feeding the oceans endless hunger. The greedy sea however wanted more souls than the sky would claim. So it created mermaids. It gave them beautiful voices woven from currents and moonlight. It commanded them to sing. "Bring forth the ones who float where they should sink." it instructed them. So they did. They never killed out of malice but out of obligation. They sung to summon, not to seduce. A mermaid's voice could loosen the tether between the body and soul, making any man step willingly into the water. The sea would take the body and the sky would take the soul. Balance maintained.
By Sara Wilson7 days ago in Fiction
The impact came from nowhere.. AI-Generated.
One moment, Adam was crossing the campus quad, his textbook tucked under his arm, thinking about the thermodynamics exam he hadn't studied enough for. The next moment, something hard and heavy collided with the side of his face, and the world dissolved into a spray of red and a sound like rushing water.
By mohamed hasan7 days ago in Fiction
BIG ANNOUCMENT
Guys I've only been posting for a little on vocal but everyone's kind words have gave me so much confidence, ive decided today I will be writing my first novel at 15! It will be based off my story Greybridge and I cant wait for everyone to see it. Im starting going over the plot and everything today so hopefully it goes well. Thank you to everyone who has enjoyed one of my stories more will be coming as well, just I wanna take this next step!
By Christian Sanchez7 days ago in Fiction
The Midnight Delivery
Tariq worked the night shift at the courier office, delivering parcels to sleepy neighborhoods while the city slumbered. The office was quiet, filled only with the hum of fluorescent lights and the occasional beeping of scanners. He enjoyed the solitude; the rhythm of driving through empty streets allowed him to think, plan, and forget the noise of his day-to-day life. That night, he had finished the usual deliveries when a supervisor handed him one last package. It was small, wrapped in plain brown paper with no return address, and simply labeled: “Do Not Open Until Midnight.” Tariq frowned. The office clock read 11:45 PM, and curiosity stirred in him. He had been trained not to tamper with parcels, but the label felt strangely personal, almost like a warning.
By Sudais Zakwan7 days ago in Fiction
A Promise Beneath the Burning Sky
The summer the wildfires came, the sky did not turn red all at once. It began as a faint orange haze at the edge of the horizon, barely noticeable unless you stood still long enough to observe it. Sara noticed it because she had nowhere else to be. Her family’s farmhouse sat at the edge of a dry valley where rain had not fallen properly in months. The fields that once carried golden wheat now lay brittle and pale, cracking under the weight of the sun. Everyone in town spoke about the fires spreading from the northern forests, but no one believed the flames would travel this far.
By Sudais Zakwan7 days ago in Fiction
