Classical

Romeo, Juliet, and the Rules of Verona
The Capulets and the Montagues loathed one another. That was the way it was. That was the way it was always supposed to be. Every member of the Montagues had to despise every member of the Capulets and vice-versa. In this hatred, Verona prospered.
By Reileyabout 4 hours ago in Fiction
Off Into The Fog
A small pile of discarded soil shifted beneath his feet, one of the many that lay scattered like anthills around the mound of red soil upon which nothing would ever grow.
By Matthew J. Frommabout 7 hours ago in Fiction
Stories Before a Wedding: The Dance of the Sleeping Beauties
Aurora was cursed. The word flowed from her hand like a graceful river in a painting which, naturally, she also knew how to create. Cursed. She was cursed with Beauty, cursed with Grace, cursed with Talent, cursed with Sweetness, and – most importantly according to her parents – cursed to die. Or, rather, not die. Sleep, and then be awakened by True Love’s Kiss, so she was also cursed to loneliness it would seem until her curse took hold. And then, she would be awakened and the real curse would begin.
By Dionearia Redabout 9 hours ago in Fiction
“What’s for dinner?”
5:47pm Tuesday. Three children in the living room, and the question… the eternal question echoes through the home: “What’s for dinner?”
By Sandor Szaboa day ago in Fiction
The Fifth Element -2 Potential
MEMO STAMP: For Sony Pictures internal circulation only DATE: February 5, 2026 TO: Maurizio Vitale, EVP, Worldwide Marketing & Brand Strategy
By Lana V Lynxa day ago in Fiction
Craftation in the Garden of Literary Delights
In the garden of earthly delights where beauty meets debauchery. That’s where we sit and discuss it all. Craft without catharsis. Our protagonist thought long and hard about the prospect. I imagine them — or us, if you envision yourself as one of them — waiting like those in that play of waiting and existentialism. We’re always waiting, and even when waiting doesn’t explicitly carry emotion, it’s there. How do you remove the release necessary to create something others will connect with?
By Paul Stewarta day ago in Fiction
Where the Ocean Keeps Secrets
The brochure showed smiling couples, crystal-blue water, and dolphins jumping beside the boat. Nothing about fear. Nothing about disappearances. Nothing about how silence feels when the ocean decides to keep someone.
By Salman Writesa day ago in Fiction
THE LIGHT OF DAY
Early in the morning, looking out my window, waiting for the sunrise, the world still holding it's breath. The sky shifts from deep blue to soft blush, and in that quiet in-between, my thoughts find you.
By Vera Mylesa day ago in Fiction
Boons and Curses
Before him lay his doom. Exasperated, Imperator Valatious collapsed into his chair. Beyond the hide walls of his tent, the evening air hung disquietingly still. He ran his weathered hands through a grease-stained mane of brown hair, uncut since the campaign began.
By Matthew J. Fromma day ago in Fiction
In Dark Trees
Introduction This is inspired by the image shared on Facebook by The Enchanted Booklet here: The music is "In Dark Trees" by Brian Eno.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred a day ago in Fiction
we die forgotten. Top Story - February 2026.
The Chorus - Cunning, not the feat of arms, brought fair Ilium low, Unmasked Achilles gambit leading him to Troy, Drove the swift knife into Iphigenia's breast To ply cruel Artimus for fair following winds. But the fates cut many lives short on Ilium's shores Hopes of glory dashed for thousands who fought and died Their shadows haunting Hades’ dark, lifeless halls: Noble Hector no match for enraged Achilles, Nor the son of Peleus, Paris' swift arrows. Who won the laurel of Achille's golden armor And was named Greatest of the Greeks if not Ajax? But he who knew no honor save ruthless cunning, Wily Odysseus, gained both, and the better man, Mighty Ajax, fell upon his sword in sorrow, His soul traveling the lonely roads to Hades’ keep. But the gods' wroth did not end at the sack of Troy, Agamemnon would rue his daughter's sacrifice When his wife and her lover knifed him in his bath. But he who deceived Troy with the horse filled with Greeks Would spend ten long years failing to return to home.... ... Danger dogged our poor ship at every turning, And after each our numbers shrank, first the cyclops Then facing the ravenous six-headed Scylla, And when we foolishly raided Helios's cattle. But Circe's isle led to all the hell that followed.... ...
By John Cox2 days ago in Fiction
The Lighthouse Keeper’s Secret
The lighthouse stood at the edge of the cliff, its white paint weathered and worn, yet its beam cut across the ocean with unwavering precision. Generations of sailors had relied on it to find safe harbor, and villagers whispered stories of the keeper who tended its light—rumors, half-truths, and legends that danced like mist over the waves.
By Sudais Zakwan3 days ago in Fiction