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Atarah’s Crown
There I am. Motionless. I make a pretty corpse. There goes my agent standing over me crying. I wonder if they are crying because I’m dead or because I can’t make them anymore money. The sirens. They can’t save me. Was all of this worth selling my soul for? There are no concepts of temperature for where I stand but some how behind me I can feel a fire making my soul sweat; and the tapping on my shoulder in the form of a hoof. Do I pray for reincarnation or am I damned for all eternity; or am I even allowed to pray at all after all I have done.
By Cadma2 months ago in Fiction
The Dead Don’t Stay Quiet in Grey Harbor
The woman in the alley was already dead when she asked me for help. That’s how I knew this wasn’t going to be a normal case.
By Lawrence Lease2 months ago in Fiction
Caretakers: Part 1. Top Story - December 2025.
-------- Author's Note ------- Before going any further, I would like to give a quick heads up. I'm trying something a little different with this story. In the past I've lost momentum writing longer pieces. But, this is a story I've had brewing since 2018 and I think in order to get it out there, I'm going to release it in chunks. I'm not sure how many we'll end up with but what you're about to read is a mystery/thriller set in the same town as a previous story I wrote, "Blue Heron Creek". Thank you for giving this a read and... be careful when you check into Mercy Regional Hospital... The morgue doesn't have the only thing rotten...
By Sandor Szabo2 months ago in Fiction
THE FLOWERING OF THE STRANGE ORCHID
The buying of orchids always has in it a certain speculative flavour. You have before you the brown shrivelled lump of tissue, and for the rest you must trust your judgment, or the auctioneer, or your good luck, as your taste may incline. The plant
By Faisal Khan2 months ago in Fiction
THE STOLEN BACILLUS
"This again," said the Bacteriologist, slipping a glass slide under the microscope, "is well,—a preparation of the Bacillus of
By Faisal Khan2 months ago in Fiction
The 13th Floor Meeting
The building directory says twelve floors. It’s printed in brushed steel in the lobby. I’ve traced it with my finger while waiting for elevators more times than I can count. Floors 1 through 12. No skipped numbers. No maintenance levels. No penthouse.
By V-Ink Stories2 months ago in Fiction
After-Hours HR
The email came in at 1:32 a.m. No subject line. Just a calendar invite and a single sentence in the body: Mandatory check-in. 1:45 a.m. HR Office.
By V-Ink Stories2 months ago in Fiction
Thriller Red
It’s dark. Zarodie couldn’t see anything. She gingerly moved forward extending her arms as barriers so her body wouldn’t hit anything.
By Devond Devoe2 months ago in Fiction
Choice
Introduction This is for Liam Storm's Challenge that you can check out here: The song is "Catch-22" by Illy featuring Anne-Marie
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 months ago in Fiction
The Lights Delay
The office uses motion-sensor lights. They’re supposed to save money. They’re supposed to make late shifts feel less lonely—rows of cubicles blooming with white light as you walk past, proof that the building sees you.
By V-Ink Stories2 months ago in Fiction
The Overnight Janitor Who Doesn’t Exist
I work the late shift because it’s quiet. That’s the lie I tell people, anyway. The truth is I like knowing where everyone is. During the day, the office is unpredictable—meetings popping up, people hovering, footsteps that don’t belong to anyone you can see.
By V-Ink Stories2 months ago in Fiction
The Conference Room Reflection
The glass walls are supposed to make the office feel open. During the day, they reflect light, movement, people passing by with coffee cups and half-finished conversations. At night, they turn the building into a maze of mirrors.
By V-Ink Stories2 months ago in Fiction