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Most recently published stories in Fiction.

The Weight of Blood - Part 2/2
She stood still. She hadn't jumped - and that terrified her. That's when she heard the laughter. She heard Javier stand up behind her and Celeste opened her eyes, not wanting to see what she feared she would.
By Liam Stormabout 11 hours ago in Fiction
ABC in a story
A. At dawn the keeper opens the log. He writes the date. He checks the sky. He checks the lamp. The light is off because day has come. The rule says this is correct.
By Chxseabout 12 hours ago in Fiction
The Golem
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ WRITER’S NOTE: The golem originates in Jewish folklore as a figure formed from clay and animated through sacred language. Created for necessity rather than companionship, the golem exists to protect, labor, and endure. They are believed to be emotionless.
By Jesse Leeabout 13 hours ago in Fiction
Manzoor: The Boy Who Healed Hearts.. AI-Generated.
When he was admitted to the hospital, his condition was very bad. On the first night he was kept only on oxygen. The nurse who was on duty thought that this new patient would die before morning. His pulse rate was uncertain. His body was soaked in sweat. Sometimes he lay on one side and sometimes on the other. When the restlessness increased, he would sit up and start taking long breaths. His color was yellow like a lump of turmeric. His eyes were sunken inward. The bridge of his nose was cold like a piece of ice. There was trembling over his whole body.
By Muhammad Haris khan about 13 hours ago in Fiction
Vision of Amaya. Content Warning.
Amaya woke suddenly, the ice cold grip of early morning air ripping her out of a nightmare. All was quiet. The sun had not yet bathed the hills in its light. The birds were silent, waiting for the sunlight to reach across the world and warm their feathers. Dawn was still a couple hours away.
By Madison "Maddy" Newtonabout 13 hours ago in Fiction
“The Girl Who Broke Willowford”
It's currently the summer of 1955 my name is James Hale, I live in the small town of Willowford. I work at my local diner, taking the same customers every day, receiving the same meals and life is good. It feels like every week repeats but nobody questions it, that's just how life is in Willowford. There’s a comfort to the routine, a rhythm to the days that never changes. People wave the same way, smile the same way, live the same way. Maybe that’s why I’ve never questioned it — Willowford feels safe, even when it feels strange.
By Christian Sanchezabout 13 hours ago in Fiction
In Search for Romeo: Love Questing . Content Warning.
“You must not tell anyone, what I am about to tell you.” ― Maxine Hong Kingston, "The Woman Warrior" Those Daring, Dying, Flying Women: When Women Ruled the Earth
By SAMURAI SAM AND WILD DRAGONSabout 14 hours ago in Fiction
Past Lives. Content Warning.
War made for odd couples. To Private Jim Mclellan, Sepp seemed a good man; better at least than some of the monsters he heard stories of deeper into the Reich. Real monsters. This Sepp almost reminded Jim of his uncle; the one from Wisconsin he met a few times at Weddings.
By Matthew J. Frommabout 14 hours ago in Fiction
Memories of a life before. Content Warning.
There are memories within us that don't belong to the one that we are,and yet they become reflected back at us from within each reflection we see. A different and incomplete version of ourselves looks back into our souls; it shows us the life we could have had if we could just recognise that there are qualities within us that we just can't acknowledge.
By Nadine Haighabout 15 hours ago in Fiction
The Quiet House on Elm Street
"The clock has struck three, the coffee is cold, and the shadows are beginning to speak. Welcome back to the desk of The Night Writer, where the stories are brewed in the dark."
By The Night Writer 🌙 about 15 hours ago in Fiction
The Town That Forgot Tomorrow
Subtitle 1: Every morning in the town of Everfall began the same way. At exactly 7:00 a.m., the church bell rang once. At 7:05, the bakery doors opened, releasing the smell of warm bread into the foggy streets. At 7:10, children walked to school in neat lines, their shoes tapping in perfect rhythm against the pavement.
By Iazaz hussainabout 15 hours ago in Fiction
Something is beginning….
Sure, I had been in many blockbuster hits. I was born, well, more poignantly and in exact terms, I was created in Hollywood’s image as I was forming in my mother’s womb.
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout 16 hours ago in Fiction