Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Fiction.
The Midnight Alley: The Boy Who Called His Killer “Dad”
Lightning cracked overhead as Detective Lena Carter’s boots splashed through the rain-slicked alley. The call had come just moments ago—a child was hurt, and the storm didn’t care. Narrow walls of brick reflected the flickering light from a struggling streetlamp, puddles trembling under each flash. On the wet ground lay a boy, twelve years old, eyes wide in final surprise, blood glimmering in crimson streams across the cracks beneath him. Clutched in his small, trembling fingers was a soaked scrap of paper. Carter leaned close, throat tight: the letters D_A_ smeared by rain.
By imtiazalamabout 9 hours ago in Fiction
It Lurked in Darkness. Content Warning.
Ray enjoyed investigating abandoned places with his friends. It was something of a hobby now that they all started as just a fun thing to do when they spent time together. This weekend they would be visiting the Halloran Manor a long since abandoned home that had been forgotten by time.
By 3rrornightshiftabout 13 hours ago in Fiction
The Coffee Theorem. AI-Generated.
Dr. Iris Chen had mathematically proven that lasting romantic love was statistically improbable. Her paper, published in the Journal of Behavioral Economics, used game theory to demonstrate that the emotional cost-benefit analysis of modern relationships inevitably trended toward dissolution. She'd presented it at conferences. She'd defended it on podcasts. She'd built an entire career on being right.
By Alpha Cortexabout 14 hours ago in Fiction
THE CARTOGRAPHER'S LAST MAP. AI-Generated.
Mira Castellanos had mapped every accessible trench in the Atlantic Ocean except one. The Obsidian Rift sat twelve thousand feet below the surface, coordinates existing only in her grandmother's leather journal—a journal that had cost the old woman her sanity and eventually her life.
By Alpha Cortexabout 14 hours ago in Fiction
The Last Message. AI-Generated.
It was a rainy Thursday when Mia stumbled upon the old, leather-bound journal in her grandmother’s attic. She had always thought the attic was just a dusty storage room, filled with forgotten furniture, broken toys, and cardboard boxes of old clothes. But this journal looked different—its cover worn, edges frayed, and the pages yellowed, as if it had survived decades of secrets.
By Waleed khanabout 14 hours ago in Fiction
“I Found a Phone in the Forest — It Started Receiving Messages From 2045”
The forest behind my town wasn’t famous. It didn’t have a name on any map, and tourists never came. To most people it was just a patch of old trees, tangled paths, and the occasional deer. But to me, it was where I went whenever life felt too loud.
By Maavia tahirabout 15 hours ago in Fiction
Passive Ideation. Content Warning.
Your eyes resemble Dragonstone rock, born from volcanic fury and tinged not by your own volition. Fate had the cruelest hand to play; your cards were foreordained in some faraway genomic deck of hegira hereditary helplessness.
By Edward Swaffordabout 18 hours ago in Fiction
