Short Story

From the Desk of the Literary Coroner
From the Desk of Literary Coroner: Today’s Intake On my desk arrived an intriguing manuscript titled The Five Stages of Damnation — Quinque Gradūs Damnatiōnis.
By Paul Stewarta day ago in Fiction
The Lovely Lute
I am the lovely Lute. I have pale, silver eyes with golden hair. I am young, about 25 years old, but wise beyond my years. All over my body are trace amounts of feathers—in my hair, on my shoulders and on my back.
By Madison "Maddy" Newtona day ago in Fiction
Syndra of the Silver Void
My parents were Sinaht and Rubarae, proud astral elves whom many looked up to. My mother, Rubarae, was a gifted healer while my father, Sinaht, was a studied philosopher, his gaze always fixated on the stars. Always.
By Madison "Maddy" Newtona day ago in Fiction
The Name is Sable Trevino
Sable Trevino is a slyborne katari rogue and active council member for the City of Eprieta. Clever and cunning as they come, Sable carries out her duties to the people as "Arbiter of the Veil," or the master of spies. Just think of her as a shadier version of Captain Amelia from Treasure Planet.
By Madison "Maddy" Newtona day ago in Fiction
Pastel Nightmare
The Johnsons were the quintessential suburban family. Laura, her husband Mark, and their two kids, Ellie and Ben, loved going all out for the holidays. Easter was no exception. Pastel-colored eggs, garlands, and bunny decorations adorned their home every year, but this time, Laura wanted to make it extra special.
By V-Ink Storiesa day ago in Fiction
The Burrow
The Thompsons had planned their Easter weekend months in advance. A family camping trip seemed like the perfect escape from the monotony of suburbia, a chance to bond over s’mores and nature hikes. The secluded Maplewood Campground, nestled deep in the woods, promised tranquility and picturesque views. They had no idea what awaited them beneath the ground.
By V-Ink Storiesa day ago in Fiction
The Cult
There is a group of people who no longer know what civilization was like. They had chosen to venture out into the woods, to follow that voice that called to them, asking for an army to build. They gave in, each of them possessing an unknown darkness that hid within them. They were afraid to touch this part of themselves, but the voice claimed that they would be welcomed with open arms, into a fold where they would no longer feel alone.
By Emy Quinna day ago in Fiction
The Man Who Waited Every Evening
Every evening at exactly six o’clock, the old man sat on the same wooden bench outside the hospital. Rain or sunshine. Winter or summer.
By Khana day ago in Fiction
The Ghost on the Map: My 2,000-Mile Journey to a Paris That Isn’t There
If you type "Paris" into Google Maps, the algorithm will dutifully drop a pin on the City of Light. It will show you the winding Seine, the star-shaped sprawl of the Place de l’Étoile, and enough crêperies to feed a small army.
By George Evana day ago in Fiction
Someone Else’s Memories
Case #4721-B Status: CLOSED Date: October 31, 2047 Officer: Detective Sarah Vance, Homicide Division Victor Mendez died at 11:47 PM on October 29th from a single gunshot. His body was discovered in his study, slumped over his desk. Gun belonged to his wife, Margaret Mendez. She confessed immediately.
By Tim Carmichaela day ago in Fiction
The Chair by the Window That No One Sits On Anymore
The chair is still there, facing the window, exactly where it has always been. Dust gathers on it now, quietly, patiently, like it knows no one is coming back to claim it. Some absences do not leave empty rooms. They leave furniture behind.
By Salman Writes2 days ago in Fiction
How I Turned My Life Around After Hitting Rock Bottom
I never imagined I would find myself in a dark abyss, a place so deep that even the smallest glimmer of hope seemed utterly unreachable. Yet, life has a relentless way of humbling us, and I reached the lowest point of my existence. The journey to recovery was gruelling, painful, and slow, but looking back now, I realize that every setback was a stepping stone toward the life I live today.
By Omid khan2 days ago in Fiction