Short Story

The Light Turns. Top Story - February 2026.
It's Tuesday 7:13 a.m. A cold and clear November morning awaits Ray on his morning commute. Ray rubs his hands together in the front seat of his Subaru. He turns the air temperature up, but keeps the air on low until the air warms up. He looks at the backup camera screen and reverses the Subaru out of his driveway onto Trimble Road.
By John R. Godwin7 days ago in Fiction
A Witness at this Stop. Top Story - February 2026.
The train stop lives in the heart of the city—a city whose name I don’t care to recall, as it does not care to recall me. There is a chill in the air, not consequential of the gentle breeze, but something more of a sensation, like goose bumps felt within.
By Belle7 days ago in Fiction
The Prophets of 2026
The Prophets of 2026 The world has always needed voices that look beyond the horizon. In different centuries and in different lands, Baba Vanga and Nostradamus became those voices. Both saw through the veil of time, each in their own language, each believing that the future was not fixed but waiting to be shaped by human choice. Their names are separated by five hundred years, yet their warnings for 2026 seem to echo one another as if history itself were repeating its lesson.
By Marie381Uk 7 days 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 Writes7 days ago in Fiction
The Breaking of a Union
Hephaestus had never been especially lucky with love. So, watching Aphrodite and Ares squirm in the net he’d made to catch them cheating didn’t particularly surprise or anger him. He crossed his arms and stared at them as they blindly groped for a way out. Finally, Aphrodite’s eyes lifted and met his. She scowled at him and lifted her chin defiantly. The irate spark in her gorgeous gray eyes made his heart leap despite himself.
By Morey Guntz7 days 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. Fromm7 days ago in Fiction
Evelyn Felix Gets a Prescription Filled. Content Warning.
It isn’t a complicated task. Evelyn just hasn’t done it before, which is… a good thing, probably. She is twenty-seven, an adult (apparently), so with her grocery list and prescription in hand, she enters the store.
By Polite Adjacent7 days ago in Fiction
The Whispers of Tomorrow: A 10-Year-Old's Dream in Iran. AI-Generated.
A Sky of Secrets My name is Sara, and I am ten years old. My world is full of colors, even if sometimes they feel hidden behind the grey concrete of the tall buildings. I live in a city where the mountains stand tall and proud, capped with snow that glitters like diamonds under the Persian sun. My grandmother tells me the mountains are the guardians of our history. But unlike the mountains, we humans often have to whisper our dreams. My biggest dream is to be a painter, to paint all the colors I see inside me—the turquoise of the ancient tiles, the deep red of the pomegranates, and the bright, forbidden yellow of a sun that shines for everyone.
By Gloria La China7 days 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 7 days ago in Fiction
No Crying Over Spilt Romance
Oh, you’re a hand-shaker? Well, nice to meet you. I’m Nancy, your narrator. Don’t worry, I know about narrative structure. I majored in English Literature (minored in Women’s Studies) then went on to do an MBA in Marketing, which is all about getting the story right.
By Rachel Robbins8 days ago in Fiction
Blood on the Carpet
“Your blood is getting on the carpet,” she said. “Oh, I’ll clean that up,” I said. I went and got the mop and started to clean it up. I could hardly stand but the handle helped hold me up. I cleaned it up and put a new bandage on the wound.
By Raine Fielder8 days ago in Fiction
At 2:14, the Earth Listens
The first time Mara noticed the hour, she assumed it was coincidence. 2:14 a.m. The clock on her bedside table glowed that soft, watery green that feels almost alive in a dark room. She had rolled over half-asleep, arm searching for Elias out of habit, and instead of warm skin she found cold sheets and the faint dip of where his body had been moments before.
By Lawrence Lease8 days ago in Fiction