Horror

Time of the Month. Content Warning.
"Elsie, did you hear me?" The young woman's blonde head snapped up with a jolt, blinking at her Life Partner. Frankly, she hadn't been paying attention to a word he'd said. Not since they'd woken up that morning. That awful, long-dreaded morning, which had come far too soon.
By Natalie Gray10 days ago in Fiction
Among the Stars, We Fade
The last ship docked in the port of Harlan Station just as the twin suns of Erythra dipped behind the jagged horizon. Mara could feel the hum of the engines through the floor beneath her boots, a vibration that matched the thrum of her chest. She hated goodbyes. Or maybe she hated the way they felt in this sector of the galaxy, where distances were measured not in miles, but in uncountable light-years, and every horizon hinted at something unspeakable beyond the veil of reality.
By Nina Pierce10 days ago in Fiction
Still Life with Woman
Despite my youth and supposed good health, I had recently felt under the weather. In recent days, to be precise, I had felt my body slowly seizing up, heavier. It started in my fingers and toes: a loss of the freedom of movement expected for those digits at the extremities of my healthy body. Not exactly painful, but neither was it a piece of cake. After a day of that, I retired to bed, expecting to wake fully refreshed and better the next day.
By Paul Stewart10 days ago in Fiction
The Only Ones That Despise My Work Are The Platform. Content Warning.
Introduction The music is "Perspective" by Peter Gabriel because this is my perspective on my Vocal situation. As far as Vocal is concerned, this is a work of pure fiction.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 10 days ago in Fiction
Compound Growth
The first thing Marcus noticed was Derek's skin. It wasn't dramatic—not at first. Just a certain smoothness to his colleague's face during the Monday morning standup, a tightness around the jaw that hadn't been there Friday. Derek had always been soft, doughy in that way of men who'd stopped caring somewhere around their second divorce. But now his cheeks held a new geometry. His neck no longer folded into his collar.
By Destiny S. Harris10 days ago in Fiction
Concerning Certain Irregularities
I endured Oliver Crane’s injuries exactly as long as I intended to. After that, it became inefficient. He never insulted me. Oliver preferred implication. He specialized in the sort of harm that could be explained later, if necessary. Delays justified as diligence. Doubts framed as responsibility. When asked directly, he smiled and said he only wanted what was best for everyone involved.
By SUEDE the poet10 days ago in Fiction
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⚡🌵↯~Located in the Mule Mountains of southern Arizona is the Sonoran desert. In the Year of Our Lord 1880, troves of minerals & metals were discovered in that rocky terrain by a prospector named Judge DeWitt Bisbee.
By Lightning Bolt ⚡10 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 Lewis11 days ago in Fiction
Dead and Wearing Green. Top Story - February 2026. Content Warning.
She was wearing that green dress when I first saw her, five years ago to the day. Flowing meadow fabric draped over long legs, thick auburn hair flowing down her back. That smile. Of course, she is still beautiful now. But now she is no longer alive.
By Karen Cave11 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 11 days ago in Fiction
The Wickfield Husbands
I thought I was lost, when I suddenly saw the sign, Wickfield Rhode Island, and I turned my wheel to exit the interstate. I felt butterflies in my stomach, as I didn't know what to expect. However, I was on my way to the job interview of a lifetime, and I was elated and apprehensive all at the same time.
By Susan Payton11 days ago in Fiction
Day 7
Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. It’s been six months and four days since my last confession. Father, I have hurt others in the most horrid ways. I have blindly killed people, many people, even the most innocent, in the name of war and…for money. And I have disrespected my mother and forsaken my family in time of need.
By Gail Winfree11 days ago in Fiction