Horror
The Stranger Who Knew My Secrets: A Story I Couldn’t Explain
I’ve always believed that secrets are safe as long as they stay locked inside your mind. Tucked away in quiet corners where no one can reach them. Hidden behind smiles, small talk, and carefully crafted versions of ourselves that we show the world.
By Story Prismabout 3 hours ago in Fiction
The Eerie Brown Package
Josh had always liked Gathering Of The Sorcerers, a card game where you can either buy a deck of cards or build a deck, and you can play in groups of 4 or more people. When he found a rare deck online, he knew he had to buy it; but when he received the package, what he got wasn't what he anticipated.
By Your Favorite Maid ✝️📖🦋🌷a day ago in Fiction
Toy Story Dog
In a quiet neighborhood, behind a house filled with broken toys and scattered memories, lived a fierce dog named Scud. People saw him as dangerous—always barking, always chasing, always angry. Children avoided the yard, and even adults kept their distance. To them, Scud was nothing more than a guard dog with sharp teeth and a wild temper.
By hamad khan3 days ago in Fiction
Midnight Bus
The bus doors opened with a long metallic sigh, even though no one had pressed the stop button. For a moment, I stood on the empty sidewalk wondering if I had imagined it. The streetlights flickered softly above me, and the road stretched into darkness like an unanswered question. I had been waiting for nearly thirty minutes, and the city around me had already fallen asleep.
By Vocal Member 3 days ago in Fiction
I Like You
The metal bleachers of the football field were so cold, it made Regan shiver as it creeped in through her jeans. It was Friday night, and the stadium lights cast long shadows of the goalposts across the turf. She was sitting on the highest row, her fingers digging into the straps of her backpack. Inside the bag was a heavy glass jar of paint. The weight was the only thing that was bringing Regan any kind of comfort.
By Sara Wilson4 days ago in Fiction
The Train That Never Stops
There was something about the silence of empty stations that gnawed at him. The flickering fluorescent lights, the echo of his footsteps on long, deserted platforms, the way shadows seemed to stretch unnaturally across tiled floors—it all felt wrong. The night belonged to things unseen, and Arman had always believed that traveling through it was an invitation to meet them.
By Salman Writes6 days ago in Fiction
The Darkest Side Of The Moon,
The Darkest Side Of The Moon, There was never anything comforting about the moon after that night. People look up and see something distant, something quiet, but they only ever see the part that allows itself to be seen. No one talks about the other side, the part that never turns, the part that keeps itself hidden. I did not think about it either, not until it found its way into my life without asking.
By George’s Girl 2026 6 days ago in Fiction
