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Oleksandr und Mavrin
In those accursed days when the sky itself seemed to have turned Russian and was spitting iron on the black earth of Donbas, Oleksandr marched with the rest of his platoon like a man already half-dead. The war had eaten everything gentle in him. Only the memory of Andriy still burned--Andriy with his quick laugh, his crooked front tooth, the way he used to press his cold nose into Oleksandr's neck at night and whisper, "We'll live through this, Sashko. We'll go to Lviv and open a stupid little café and forget all this blood."
By ANTICHRIST SUPERSTARa day ago in Fiction
True Story
“True story,” is how she starts every story before launching into the most implausible tale. Last night, she claimed the moon was stalking her, said she caught it, shrank it to marble size. I chuckled until she reached into her pocket and pulled out the luminous orb.
By Tina D. Lopez2 days ago in Fiction
The Twin in the Closet
Ever since the accident, life has been a little strange. Mom barely leaves her room, and Dad barely ever comes home from work. I guess it's normal for everyone to handle their grief in different ways. The problem is, I can't tell them that no one needs to grieve. Six months ago, it was my twin's and my 17th birthday, and we were on our way home from a party, and our car crashed into a tree.
By Brooke Moran4 days ago in Fiction
The Fae King. Top Story - March 2026.
It began with a girl. Black-haired and sweet and gone too soon. It is the way of mortals to die, of course. Most pass within a few decades, unless they can be tempted away to fairyland and persuaded to stay there. Even then, mortals live only as long as they can go without visits to friends or family that allow time and the weight of years to catch up to them.
By Natasja Rose5 days ago in Fiction
