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Most recently published stories in Fiction.

The Day Time Forgot to Move
There was a day no one noticed. Not because nothing happened. But because something impossible did. Time… stopped moving forward.
By Ibrahim about 2 hours ago in Fiction
The Sound of a Door That Never Opens
It begins with a sound no one else hears - the careful turning of a door handle in an empty hallway. What follows is not fear, but the quiet sense that something is waiting to begin.
By Lori A. A.about 2 hours ago in Fiction
A Knock At The Door
What do you do when there’s a knock at the door? Normally you will go and answer it, see who it is , invite them in or send them on their way. That’s what any normal person in a normal situation would do.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about 5 hours ago in Fiction
Schnoodle Saves the Day
The sun was just beginning to scrape the top of the Manhattan skyline, casting a hazy, golden glow across the Hudson River and into the bustling, urban streets of West New York, New Jersey. The heavy, grinding rumble of the 6:45 AM New Jersey Transit bus rolling down the avenue vibrated through the pavement. To the humans stumbling out of their front doors with travel mugs of coffee and plastic bags stuffed in their pockets, it was just another Tuesday morning.
By Baltizareabout 7 hours ago in Fiction
It Started. Content Warning.
Smoke billowed from my lips, a cigarette that was nearly burned up between my callused fingers. A sense of wonder overtook me as I started out the window into a city filled with people — individuals who struggled, who fought, who lied, but also who paid for the next person in line, who handed money out to strangers on the street for nothing in return. Someone had probably just died alone, somewhere slightly out of my eyesight, and wouldn't be found for weeks.
By J "Griffin" Roomsabout 7 hours ago in Fiction
The House With One Lamp On
A literary fiction short story about estrangement, memory, and returning to the edge of a beginning without resolution. By the time Mara turned onto Bishop Road, the rain had thinned to a silver mist, the kind that did not so much fall as hover, as though the sky had forgotten whether it meant to finish what it started.
By Flower InBloomabout 9 hours ago in Fiction
The perfect night
Giorgia didn’t really believe in first dates anymore. After so many disappointments, she had almost stopped using dating apps. But that night she made an exception.
By Gihan Mansoryabout 10 hours ago in Fiction
“We Are the Ones…”
We are the ones… who stay, even after you leave. We don’t walk away easily. We don’t forget quickly. And we don’t pretend like nothing ever mattered.
By Fawad Ahmadabout 11 hours ago in Fiction
Hue and The Discovery of Manipo (Chapter 1). AI-Generated.
Being able to manipulate time — and slip into nearly any moment in history — comes with advantages so vast they’re almost impossible to rank. But two always rise to the top.
By Lorenzo Blandabout 11 hours ago in Fiction
City of plague:A New Yorker’s pandemic chronicle Pt 18.
One evening, my phone rang unexpectedly. The caller ID showed the name Mr. Li, president of the Southern Hometown Association. I knew him well. He was a respected figure in the Chinese community—calm, thoughtful, and never someone who called without a reason.
By Peterabout 12 hours ago in Fiction
City of plague:A New Yorker’s pandemic chronicle Pt 17.
Directly across the street from the building where I worked stood an old commercial property that had quietly witnessed decades of Manhattan’s restless life.
By Peterabout 12 hours ago in Fiction
Harbinger of Despair
Who was he but just a man? To feel the weight of the world on his shoulders, he was no Atlas. Yet his bowed stance and tender neck suggested otherwise. It came to him in a dream: the absent stoking of an everlasting flame. A gnarled finger pointed towards an inevitable end, a sign that couldn't be ignorantly shaded; recurrence made sure of it. He didn't remember how long it had been going on; time didn't matter at this point. He just knew it was long enough to be petrified to fall asleep.
By James U. Rizziabout 14 hours ago in Fiction