Love
A Fucked-Up Wedding Toast - 3
Hi everyone. I’m Daniel from accounting. Mark and I worked together for six years, which is long enough to learn a lot about someone. Like how he drinks his coffee, the songs he hums when he thinks no one's listening, or the way he pushes his luxurious hair back from his eyes. And the fact that he once said he hoped to find someone “kind, patient, and steady.”
By Lana V Lynx3 days ago in Fiction
Red Moon And Killer Wolves
Red Moon And Killer Wolves Under the red moon the forest changed. Trees leaned as if listening. The wolves came, their fur dark with shadow. They did’nt growl, they did not run. They walked slow, eyes fixed ahead, as though something unseen pulled them forward. In the village a single lamp still burned. A woman stepped outside, looking up at the strange sky. She never saw them reach her. One moment she stood breathing, next the ground drank her silence. The wolves kept moving, leaving nothing behind but blood in the dirt and the heavy pulse of the moon above.
By George’s Girl 2026 3 days ago in Fiction
The Morning My Reflection Disappeared
I thought it was just another Saturday. Alarm at 7:00 a.m., the tail end of some weird dream I’d already forgotten, and that familiar battle between “I could sleep more” and “I’ll hate Monday if I do.” I stuck to the plan, got up, stretched, and let the sunlight hit my face like it always does on weekends.
By abualyaanart5 days ago in Fiction
Silver & Ash
The mirror was not beautiful. Its frame was silver, once bright, now dulled and uneven, like jewelry that had been worn too long and cleaned too rarely. Tarnish crept into the grooves where thorns and roses had been etched along the edges, their lines worn down in places, scratched through in others, as if someone had tried and failed to erase them. The glass itself was imperfect. It did not reflect cleanly. It bent the image just enough to unsettle, stretching features subtly so that the face looking back always felt a fraction off, familiar but not entirely trustworthy.
By Banas Author5 days ago in Fiction
Talking Through the Grapevine
Theseus sighed as he picked up a stone and threw it into the ocean. Usually, he would be able to make it skip for at least ten times, even if he was having a bad day. But whether it was because he was sitting on the sand or he just didn’t care, the stone sank with a single plop a half mile away.
By Rebecca Patton6 days 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 Cortex6 days ago in Fiction
My Dad
I got my story in a magazine; it was about my dad, George Hurst. He was the best dad in the world. He loved his family and raised his children while my mum was always ill with her nerves. He cooked, cleaned, and worked down the coal mine. My dad was like me: always happy and helping others, but usually taken for granted, too.
By George’s Girl 2026 7 days ago in Fiction
