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The Ghent Files: A Faerie Simple Conundrum
You know it's going to be a long day when you get a work call in the wee hours of the morning. Only, in my line of work, long days have a habit of being just a bit more than you bargained for. I hardly ever get these sorts of calls, anymore. Since getting my license about five years ago, it's been pretty smooth sailing: lost keys and rings, unfaithful spouses, the odd haunted basement or demonic possession. You know: simple jobs.
By Ian Read4 days ago in Fiction
Salvage, Crime, and a Smile to Die For
Working salvage is the worst job for meeting people. We don full body environsuits, usually the clunkiest, oldest ones that could make a bodybuilder look like a sack of potatoes. What it does to ordinarily built people like myself is even worse.
By Leigh Victoria Phan, MS, MFA4 days ago in Fiction
57 Taylor Swift Quotes for Graduation: Shake It Off & Succeed
The pomp and circumstance have ended, the caps have flown, and suddenly, the vast, exciting, and slightly terrifying future stretches out before you. For graduates navigating this pivotal moment—whether entering the workforce, heading to grad school, or simply figuring out the next step—finding the right words to capture the emotion of the journey is crucial.
By Ann D. Burch4 days ago in Fiction
The Course of True Love
For months I have admired you from afar. Across the office floor, I drink in every detail of you as if you are a rich red wine. I dream of the life we could have together. I picture our first date, the wedding that will follow, our house, even the children we will have. A boy and a girl, one for me and one for you.
By Sebastian Swift4 days ago in Fiction
A Dark and Stormy Night
It is a dark and stormy night as a group of five friends arrive at the steps of decrepit mansion. The place is practically falling apart, and the jock—smarter than he looks—says to the rest, “Dude! This place is wicked!”
By Mark Stone4 days ago in Fiction
ONLY VANS
Wall plaque: "We won't leave you hanging. We'll make sure you get there." "Only Vans—the only thing longer than our track record of success is—no."
By Kristen Keenon Fisher4 days ago in Fiction
Where The Forest Laughs
This is a supernatural American folk Horror about blood thirsty little creatures that bite. Two New York detectives follow the blood stained evidence of a murder case deep into American mythology, legend, folklore, and blood thirsty little creatures--THAT BITE!!!
By Edward Smith5 days ago in Fiction
Adam's Apple: Origin Story
Sleeping under the Forbidden Tree, Adam woke up from the hissing sounds. He half-opened his eyes and saw the Serpent trying to strike a conversation with Eve sitting not too far from Adam under the Tree.
By Lana V Lynx5 days ago in Fiction
Happy VD. Content Warning.
Something was definitely wrong. I’d always laughed about burning piss, but holy fuck, this was no joke. My dick felt like it was on fire, and not in the good way. I’d been on the prowl a lot since Debbie dumped me, tagging a groupie at every gig. Best way to get over one woman is to get over another few.
By Harper Lewis5 days ago in Fiction
What A Clown. Top Story - January 2026.
I heard of the jokester in town. My staff was afraid to share the tales, for they knew the stories infuriated me and punishment was my expertise. I inflicted many types, and excelled at using sharp objects and heated “instruments.”
By Andrea Corwin 5 days ago in Fiction
The Last Supper #2
THEY'D DONE SOMETHING WITH THE TABLES, pushed them together and covered the seams with a single white tablecloth that almost hid how makeshift the whole arrangement was. Almost. If you looked closely, you could see where the edges didn't quite line up, where the chairs were mismatched, where the whole thing could come apart at any moment.
By J.M.6 days ago in Fiction
The Last Supper #1
THE OLIVE GARDEN ON ROUTE 46 wasn't anyone's first choice, but it was the only place that could seat fourteen on a Saturday night without a reservation. My sister Cheryl had called ahead, begged, probably cried—crying was Cheryl's superpower—and somehow convinced the hostess to push three tables together near the back, away from the families celebrating birthdays and the couples on cheap dates who didn't need to witness whatever the hell we were about to become.
By J.M.6 days ago in Fiction