Short Story
Easter Eggs
Professor Schwartz, the world’s leading paleontologist, stared at the three T-Rex femur bones, each six feet one inch long and identical in every way. He scratched his head while reviewing the measurements for what seemed like the hundredth time. “Simply not possible. What am I missing?” he said to himself.
By Steve Lancea day ago in Fiction
Bahlool and the Silent Traveler
Bahlool and the Silent Traveler Baghdad was a city of wonders, but one afternoon, the mood in the Great Hall of Khalifa Haroun al-Rashid was anything but wonderful. A traveler had arrived from a distant land, bringing with him a challenge that left the city’s most famous scholars and viziers completely speechless. The man didn't speak a word; instead, he posed his questions through signs and gestures.
By Amir Husena day ago in Fiction
My Ex Keeps Showing Up in Photos
My ex and I broke up three weeks before Valentine’s Day. It wasn’t quiet. It wasn’t mutual. It was the kind of breakup where things get thrown, voices get loud, and the last thing he says before leaving is something that sticks in your head long after the door slams.
By V-Ink Storiesa day ago in Fiction
The Leprechaun in the Basement
The scratching started three nights before St. Patrick’s Day. At first, the homeowner assumed it was mice. The house was old, built sometime in the 1940s, with narrow crawlspaces beneath the living room floor. Small animals getting in wasn’t unusual. The sound came in short bursts—scratching, dragging, then silence.
By V-Ink Storiesa day ago in Fiction
First Sight Love: The Moment That Changed Everything
There are moments in life that arrive without warning—quiet, ordinary, almost invisible. Yet somehow, they carry the power to change everything. This is a story of first sight love, a feeling so sudden and so deep that it makes you question everything you once believed about love.
By hamad khana day ago in Fiction
The Clock That Forgot Time. AI-Generated.
In a quiet town where nothing ever seemed to change, there lived a young man named Ayaan. His life was as predictable as the ticking of the old clock hanging in his room. Every morning, he woke up at exactly 7:00 a.m., drank his tea at 7:15, and left for work at 8:00 sharp. His days passed like pages in a book no one cared to read.
By Waleed khana day ago in Fiction
Above From Below Part 5
Rick was dressed and ready to go, after a much needed rest at a local hotel. It was one of those cash by the hour joints, or by the week, as the case was. It served Rick well enough since it had a shower, a toilet, and a sink with running water. There was an ice machine at the end of the structure, and across the street was a greasy diner. Overall, he'd been forced to spend time in worse placed than this.
By Jason Morton2 days ago in Fiction
Never Go Through This Door
Never Go Through This Door The warning was carved deep into the wood, not written, not painted, but cut in hard as if someone had pressed a blade into it again and again just to make sure it stayed. The letters were uneven, rough at the edges, and darkened with age. You could tell it had been there a long time. Never go through this door. I stood there longer than I should have, not because I believed it, but because of how it had been done. No one carves something like that for no reason. It takes time, effort, and a state of mind that does not come lightly.
By George’s Girl 2026 2 days ago in Fiction
