Short Story

The Last Message
By the time she noticed the message, it was already too late to matter. It had come in at 2:17 a.m. She saw the timestamp first, a gray, indifferent number sitting above the unread bubble. The phone had been on silent, face down on the nightstand, where she’d left it after deciding—firmly, finally—that she wasn’t going to check it again.
By shallon gregerson2 days ago in Fiction
Why We Celebrate April Fools Day
Why We Celebrate April Fools Day Truth is, no one can point to one single moment and say, this is exactly where it began. The strongest story goes back to the 1500s, when France changed its calendar. The new year used to be celebrated at the end of March, leading into April. Then it was officially moved to January 1st.Not everyone caught on. Some people kept celebrating in April, either because they did not know, or they refused to change. And others began to mock them. They would send them on pointless errands, give fake gifts, play tricks, and laugh, calling them fools. “April fools.”
By George’s Girl 2026 2 days ago in Fiction
House Secrets
(Ghost Narrator) They are looking around again. I hear the realtor explaining the heating system and where the grade school is. Is she…no, not yet. Soon though. Not here. It CANNOT be in this house.
By Andrea Corwin 2 days ago in Fiction
Imaginary Friend
Chastelin didn’t think she would fit into the small suburban neighborhood. It had given off a robotic hum of small town paradise. The kind of place where the smiles were just a little too wide, but never overly genuine. A place her wilder youth would have called a cult and yet here she was fitting right in.
By Amos Glade2 days ago in Fiction
She Thought It Was Just Another Night — Until Everything Changed
She spun around. Nothing. The street was empty. Silent. As if nothing had ever been there. As if she had imagined everything.
By Dorothea Bautz-John2 days ago in Fiction
Always Watching Out for Me
“Karetchka, you need a warmer coat.” My dog stands to attention atop of the rock he majestically posed to the world on. Goosebumps crawl down the back of my neck and arms. I turn.
By Oneg In The Arctic3 days ago in Fiction
THE GILDER’S LEDGER
THE GILDER’S LEDGER: Chapter 1 — The Case in the Shed March 26, 2026 This morning, I felt a pull to share some of the lesser-known truths about Gold Leaf. That thought led me straight to my old Gilder’s Case, which has sat locked away in the stillness of my brick shed for over twenty years.
By Alexander Burnside3 days ago in Fiction
The Last Message I Never Sent
I still remember the exact moment I typed it. The message. It was simple. Too simple for something that heavy. “Are you okay?”
By imtiazalam3 days ago in Fiction
The Story That Refused to End
This story begins with you. Not metaphorically. Not symbolically. Literally. You are reading these words right now.
By Ibrahim 3 days ago in Fiction
He Texted Me After He Died
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By Farooq Hashmi3 days ago in Fiction
The Man Who Collected Lost Seconds
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By Ibrahim 3 days ago in Fiction
How Rude!
A red Mazda, rudely cuts into the traffic that stretches out ahead of me, like a bungy cord. Clearly, the ‘early bird‘ didn’t ‘catch the worm’ this time! A car horn beeps in protest. Soon afterwards, I give a quiet cheer when the offending vehicle is delayed by a school bus pulling back into its lane… traffic lights flash amber to red.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶4 days ago in Fiction