Fiction

Roosevelt Park And Me
When I first arrived in New York, I didn’t know where my life would begin. It turned out to be Roosevelt Park. New York is often described as a city of ambition and spectacle, but my earliest memory of it is quieter. It is a narrow park running along Chrystie Street in Manhattan’s Chinatown. Trees stand where buildings pause. Benches line the path. People pass through without ceremony.
By Jenny 6 days ago in BookClub
Our Winter Monster is the Horror Book of the Year
I know that it's way too early to state I found the horror book of the year, but Our Winter Monster is way too original to not mention this. I was in Barnes & Noble last year, and I had found the hardcover to Our Winter Monster by accident, and I remember how I couldn't take my eyes off the cover.
By Emy Quinn6 days ago in BookClub
Lunch Break. AI-Generated.
At the hardware store, lunch always arrived on time. Every day at exactly twelve, the boss would clap his hands once and say, politely,
By Jenny 7 days ago in BookClub
5 Horror Novels that are Not for the Faint of Heart
I have recently started on my second batch of books, and I have been so impressed with the horror stories I have read this year. It's like 2026 was the year meant for extreme horror, and so far, I have not been the least disappointed in the books I have found!
By Emy Quinn9 days ago in BookClub
The Girl Who Refused to Be Quiet . AI-Generated.
Maya learned early that her voice made people stop and listen. She was six the first time it happened. Standing in her grandmother’s kitchen, she sang along to an old song playing on the radio. Her grandmother paused mid-chop, turned around, and stared at her.
By Jenny 10 days ago in BookClub
The Last Time She Counted Eight Pt 2.. AI-Generated.
Part II Anna didn’t tell anyone at work that she had danced. The next night at Register Three, everything looked the same. The same humming lights. The same tired customers. The same ache in her ankle, slightly sharper now, like a bruise that wanted attention.
By Jenny 10 days ago in BookClub
The Last Time She Counted Eight Pt 1.. AI-Generated.
Part I The grocery store on Maple Street never truly slept. Between midnight and dawn, the automatic doors slid open and shut with a tired sigh, as if the building itself resented being awake. Fluorescent lights hummed softly overhead. Somewhere near aisle seven, a refrigerator clicked on and off like an irregular heartbeat.
By Jenny 10 days ago in BookClub
When the Music Returned. AI-Generated.
She had been dancing since she was five. When other children were playing outside, she stood in front of the mirror, repeating the same movement again and again until her muscles ached. Music was not just something she heard—it lived inside her. When she danced, the world felt quiet and meaningful.
By Jenny 10 days ago in BookClub
❤️ Love 🌕 Moon music 🎵 A novel by Rikki La Rouge
After the collapse of her metal career, Tionne experienced a crisis in her professional and personal life. She began abusing drugs and alcohol. But nothing could stop the crisis. It only made things worse.
By Revista Miko:XCI by Rikki La Rouge10 days ago in BookClub
Sympathy For An Old Man
British citizens of the 1700s wanted to be known for their good morals and compassion as citizens and needed to have a standard to follow. Charlotte Temple, written in 1791 by Susanna Rowson, is a sentimental novel that delivers the framework the British populace needed. Two aspects of sentimental novels that are seen in Charlotte Temple are stereotypical good and bad characters and excessive emotion. Charlotte’s grandfather, Mr. Eldridge, is a good character who exemplifies the qualities a man of his time should possess. Mr. Eldridge is a sympathetic, good character and shows excessive emotion that is typical of sentimental novels.
By Stephanie J. Bradberry10 days ago in BookClub
Book Review: Atmosphere by Taylor Jenkins Reid. Top Story - February 2026.
I flipped the book over in my hands in the centre of the small airport book shop. Although I had heard promising reviews of Atmosphere by Taylor Jenkins Reid, I hesitated. The synopsis didn’t compel me - I wasn’t much of a space girly. In high school it made me cringe when my peers would talk about the stars.
By sleepy drafts11 days ago in BookClub
The Extra Seat & A Receipt for Everything. AI-Generated.
This story is AI-generated, by ChatGPT. Every morning at 7:12, Daniel’s car waited at the same red light. The same coffee cup in the holder.
By Jenny 12 days ago in BookClub