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After 40 years of marriage, you think that I would be ready to say goodbye. You think that there would be some understanding that not everything could remain the same forever, but still. Waking up in a bed that for 40 years held both of us alone is not something that I ever knew how to get used to.
By Brooke Moran17 days ago in Fiction
The Truth Is Out There
My future is as uncertain as my past. I’ve pondered it for my entire life and still have few answers. The truth is out there - like the quote from the television show, The X-Files. They say to look within, but what can I find in an empty shell?
By Andrea Corwin 18 days ago in Fiction
On The Brink
It happened suddenly, or so it would appear. Lily was 65 years old, however, she felt she had lived several lifetimes, in that span of time.
By Susan Payton18 days ago in Fiction
The Blinding Dark. Content Warning.
There was a dark place on the edge of the marsh. No one could quite describe precisely how it was dark. It wasn’t that there was a persistent shadow, and it had nothing to do with the underbrush. One couldn’t really call it a thicket. Every aspect of it could be seen clearly: every branch and leaf and blade of reed grass. Nor did the fog tend to gather there in excess. If anything, it wasn’t necessarily a visual darkness, but rather a feeling.
By Ophelia Keane Braeden18 days ago in Fiction
The Glacier Thieves. AI-Generated.
The rope snapped taut as Kira's crampons bit into the glass-smooth ice. Forty meters below, the crevasse yawned like a throat lined with sapphire teeth. She didn't look down. Looking down was how people died.
By Cordelia Vance18 days ago in Fiction
The Phone That Rang From Tomorrow
Adil never believed in fate. He believed in logic, routine, and predictable outcomes. That’s why he worked as a system analyst, where everything followed patterns.
By Salman Writes18 days ago in Fiction
The Door That Only Opens Once
Hamza had lived in the apartment for two years. Nothing unusual ever happened. Until the door appeared. It was late evening when he first noticed it.
By Salman Writes18 days ago in Fiction
Where I Kept Her
When the woman he loves vanishes, Daniel is left with fragments - unfinished sentences, strange notes, and a growing sense that her absence isn’t as complete as it should be.
By Lori A. A.18 days ago in Fiction
The Coin That Wouldn’t Leave
The man found the coin on the sidewalk after the St. Patrick’s Day parade ended. The street was still littered with green confetti, plastic beads, and crushed beer cans. Crowds were thinning out as people staggered toward bars or rides home.
By V-Ink Stories18 days ago in Fiction
The Parade That Never Ends
The woman had only meant to watch the parade for a few minutes. She was in the city for a short business trip, staying in a downtown hotel overlooking several busy streets. When she stepped outside that afternoon, the entire district had been transformed for St. Patrick’s Day.Green banners hung from every streetlight.
By V-Ink Stories18 days ago in Fiction
Waiting. Runner-Up in Something Is Beginning, I Think Challenge. Top Story - March 2026.
It could have been the perfect summer day. The hot July sun warmed the water in the backyard pool just enough to be comfortable and refreshing. The laughter of the five little girls echoed against the splashing water as they chased each other in a classic game of Marco Polo. The game distracted them enough that they failed to notice the dipping sun nearing the horizon. Their fingers and toes had long ago turned wrinkly like raisins, but none wondered why they had been left to play so long today.
By A. J. Schoenfeld19 days ago in Fiction
Above From Below: Part 2
Above From Below: Part 1 Part 2 From the window of his dark, barely powered, second-floor office, Rick Steele stared into the even more dismal outdoors, a cigarette hanging from beneath his unshaven lip. The humidity in the air was thick, and Rick felt beads of sweat running down from his temples. His shirt was shadowed by sweat, even in the dimly lit office space. As he blew the smoke out of the open window, watching the drops bounce off the several inches of flood waters covering the street below, the buzzing alarm from his phone told him it was time to leave.
By Jason Morton19 days ago in Fiction