Short Story

MARVEL/DC COMICS PRESENTS #12
Nova/Green Lantern A Cave in an Asteroid Rhomann Dey, Centurion of the Nova Corps, looked at the bald red faced Green Lantern with quiet indifference. The Green Lantern got the drop on him. He was unaware of their ability to phase through solid matter with their Oan Power Rings. He mentally filed the matter for his report when he returned to Xandar. If he gets there.
By Derrick Billups 10 days ago in Fiction
Stories Before a Wedding, or The Frog Prince & The Princess's Challenge
A Marriage Challenge was announced: any person from this or any of the surrounding countries – single or widowed – between the ages of twenty and forty years who could sign their name freely and without aid and could read aloud a passage from the children’s school Book of Law would be allowed to take part in the challenges that would take place in three fortnight’s time. The Princess Risa would meet her challengers and test them in three sets of contests of her own creation and would marry the one who met her challenges to her best satisfaction.
By Dionearia Red10 days ago in Fiction
The Seventh-Floor Pause
The elevator in the Rookery Building was older than the people who rode it. The brass numbers above the door had dulled into the color of old pennies, and the mirror at the back held everyone’s face a second too long, like it was deciding whether to keep them.
By Lawrence Lease10 days ago in Fiction
The Missing Ingredient. Top Story - February 2026.
The first time I saw her, she was wearing a velvety, red ribbon in her hair. She carried a small leather backpack everywhere. She searched the forest by turning stones, checking beneath shrubs, listening to the wind as if it might carry an answer.
By Imola Tóth10 days ago in Fiction
The Salt in her Voice. Top Story - February 2026.
The myth says mermaids sing to lure sailors to their death. But why? The ocean is huge. Only 5 percent has been discovered by man. Why would a creature of the sea with that much space to roam ever care about the fate of men on ships? The answer, as it turns out, is not a simple one at all. The truth about the myth is older than the tides. Long ago before the first ship ever cut across the surface, the sea made a pact with the sky. The sky would take the souls of the drowned. Anyone who died in storms or any quiet accidents of the deep would have their soul lifted upward to the Heavens while the bodies would remain below, feeding the oceans endless hunger. The greedy sea however wanted more souls than the sky would claim. So it created mermaids. It gave them beautiful voices woven from currents and moonlight. It commanded them to sing. "Bring forth the ones who float where they should sink." it instructed them. So they did. They never killed out of malice but out of obligation. They sung to summon, not to seduce. A mermaid's voice could loosen the tether between the body and soul, making any man step willingly into the water. The sea would take the body and the sky would take the soul. Balance maintained.
By Sara Wilson10 days ago in Fiction
The impact came from nowhere.. AI-Generated.
One moment, Adam was crossing the campus quad, his textbook tucked under his arm, thinking about the thermodynamics exam he hadn't studied enough for. The next moment, something hard and heavy collided with the side of his face, and the world dissolved into a spray of red and a sound like rushing water.
By mohamed hasan10 days ago in Fiction
Chicken Soup of the Heart
She was finally asleep. He leapt into action. The flame on the oven went on immediately. He started boiling the chicken broth. He opened up the chicken breasts and plopped them into the broth. Three days ago, she had caught a cold and had never let it go. He chopped up the vegetables, starting with the carrots, moving on to the celery, and even an onion or two. They had tried the Nyquil, the Dayquil, all the quils, all to no effect. He minced parsley and added it, with the vegetables, to the soup. She slept a lot, thankfully, but still retained the temperature.
By Jamais Jochim10 days ago in Fiction
MARVEL/DC COMICS PRESENTS # 11
Nova Deep Space Outskirts of the Milky Way Galaxy “Can..” “...you....me?” “I...can anyone....me” “...is Nova Corps transport....”
By Derrick Billups 10 days ago in Fiction
Choose Your Own Adventure: St Helena Station Part 2
******* Author’s Note****** This is part two of my ongoing choose your own adventure style story St Helena Station. If you missed the first part, the link is below. Sadly you missed out on part one’s voting period but feel free to read and drop a comment/catch up on the story! Thank you for reading…… good luck.
By Sandor Szabo10 days ago in Fiction
Naked Succubus
Lola always chose her men the way other women chose handbags—something pretty, something flattering, something that made her feel more important when she walked into a room. He was no different. In fact, he was her favorite kind of ornament: young, beautiful, eager to please, and dazzled enough by her attention and clever manipulation that he never noticed the cost.
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior11 days ago in Fiction
There You Are
There You Are I saw you before I understood what was happening. One moment I was just another young mother out for a rare night in Cambridge, and the next my soul was singing like it had finally spotted the lighthouse it had been scanning the horizon for across lifetimes. “There you are,” it said, as if relieved, as if exhausted, as if it had been waiting for me to catch up.
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior11 days ago in Fiction
From Death Into Life. AI-Generated.
There are moments in life that feel like endings—chapters sealed off, doors slammed shut, or seasons that seem to wither before they ever had a chance to bloom. These moments may not involve literal death, yet they can feel like the emotional equivalent: the death of a dream, the fading of a relationship, the collapse of confidence, or the slow erosion of hope. But hidden within these endings is something quietly powerful: the possibility of renewal. Moving “from death into life” is not about miracles that appear in an instant. It is about the subtle, steady rebirth that begins when everything familiar falls apart, and you find yourself forced to rebuild—piece by piece, breath by breath. The Quiet Endings We Don’t Talk About People often imagine “rock bottom” as loud, chaotic, or dramatic. But most endings arrive quietly. Sometimes, it’s the moment you realize a goal you worked for simply isn’t going to happen the way you imagined. Sometimes, it’s the slow realization that you’ve outgrown a place, a habit, or even a version of yourself. And sometimes, it’s that heavy feeling inside—the one that whispers that things can’t keep going the way they have been. These moments can feel like a kind of death. Not final, not physical, but symbolic. Something ends. Something closes. Something stops growing. And in that stillness, it is easy to feel stuck or lost. Yet these moments are often the soil from which new life eventually grows. Why Endings Hurt So Much Human beings naturally cling to what they know. Even if something is painful or limiting, it’s familiar. Change, on the other hand, is uncertain. Endings strip away our illusions of control. They force us to face the unknown. They challenge the stories we tell ourselves about who we are and who we’re supposed to be. That’s why they feel frightening—even when they lead somewhere better. But pain, confusion, and uncertainty are not signs that you’ve failed. They’re signs that something inside you is being reshaped. The Turning Point: When Life Starts Whispering Back The shift from “death” to “life” rarely begins with a dramatic transformation. More often, it begins with small moments: a morning when you feel just a little lighter a thought that brings a spark of curiosity a conversation that makes you feel understood a new idea that keeps returning a moment of peace you weren’t expecting These moments are gentle, almost imperceptible. But each one is a seed. And seeds don’t look like much at first. They look like tiny, insignificant beginnings. But beneath the surface, something alive is taking shape. Rebirth Isn’t a Single Moment—it’s a Process People love stories of overnight transformation, but real growth moves slowly. Rebirth is a process of learning, unlearning, experimenting, and adapting. It’s choosing to keep moving forward even when you don’t feel ready. Sometimes this process looks like progress. Sometimes it looks like taking two steps back. But each step, whether forward or backward, is part of the journey of becoming. Moving “from death into life” means allowing yourself to outgrow past versions of yourself without guilt or shame. It means accepting that you are allowed to evolve, to shift directions, and to choose new paths that align with who you’re becoming—not who you used to be. Listening to the Voice of Renewal Every person has an inner voice that longs for growth. Sometimes it sounds like: “I think I can try again.” “Maybe there’s another way.” “What if things could be different?” “What if I’m capable of more than I thought?” Even the quietest spark of hope can become a flame if you nourish it. Listening to that inner voice is an act of courage. Following it is an act of rebirth. The Power of Choosing Life Again and Again “Life” in this context doesn’t just mean breathing or existing. It means: choosing joy even after disappointment choosing healing even after hurt choosing curiosity even when you’re afraid choosing growth even when it feels uncomfortable choosing to believe that your future can hold more than your past Every time you take a step toward something healthier, kinder, or braver, you choose life. And choosing life is not a one-time event. It’s a daily practice. Some days you choose with confidence. Other days you choose with trembling hands. Both count. Finding Beauty in What Comes After What comes after an ending is rarely what you expected—but often, it is exactly what you needed. The dreams you discover after letting go may be deeper than the ones you lost. The people you meet may understand you in ways you hadn’t known were possible. The person you become may be stronger, kinder, and more self-aware than the person you were before. Rebirth is not about returning to who you used to be. It’s about becoming someone new—someone shaped by strength, insight, and resilience. The Journey Continues If you’re in a season of ending, know this: endings are not proof that you’ve failed. They are invitations. They are doorways. They are transitions into something that is waiting to come alive within you. And if you’re in a season of renewal, nurture it. Grow slowly. Take your time. Life doesn’t rush, and neither should you. You are allowed to begin again—today, tomorrow, and as many times as you need. Every new beginning is a quiet miracle. And one day, when you look back, you’ll see it clearly: You didn’t break. You transformed. You moved—from death into life.
By Abid Ali11 days ago in Fiction