Horror
The Passenger
The one unspoken rule: don't let the driver be held responsible for the crash. Shoved into a car with them as you are only allowed to have relationships if you stay in their car and never leave. The insult looming of having to become resilient when jumping out of the car to get through being independent and those copying you choose alone and brag about being able to choose it. It is a sick mockery that is allowed to go on. These people taking from you while not asking for it and you adapting way better than most while surviving. Now there is insult to injury of those pretending they don't have people or making alone time a "silly little fun thing" to be up to after they destroyed someone's life.
By Seashell Harpspring about a month ago in Fiction
The Clitoral Myth
“Welcome everyone, have a seat, have a seat. This is Introduction to Women’s Studies, if you are here for any other class you are in the wrong room. I am,” the professor paused and picked up a piece of chalk. He turned his back to the class and wrote his name in big block letters across the chalkboard.
By Amos Gladeabout a month ago in Fiction
Egg of the End
The excavation had been years in the making. Nestled deep within the sands of an isolated desert, the Temple of Aasha—the so-called “Womb of Eternity”—had long been a legend among archaeologists. Dr. Eleanor Voss and her team finally unearthed its secrets in the weeks leading up to Easter. At the heart of the temple lay the prize that would make history: an egg.
By V-Ink Storiesabout a month ago in Fiction
Candy Curse
Easter was always the busiest season for Mathias Grayson, the famed chocolatier of the quaint town of Willowridge. His confections were renowned—velvety truffles, delicate pralines, and his pièce de résistance: intricately molded chocolate Easter eggs filled with hidden surprises. People came from miles around to buy his creations, enchanted by their taste and beauty.
By V-Ink Storiesabout a month ago in Fiction
This is Why
Jenny hadn’t meant for this to happen. Alright...that was a lie. As soon as Jenny saw how close Steven was to the girl...Trina? Yes, as soon as she saw how close Steven was to Trina, Jenny knew Trina was going to get involved in some way. That it was only a matter of time before Steven told Trina how Jenny was haunting him. Jenny figured that Trina, being the good-natured, infatuated young woman that she was, would do everything in her power to help her boyfriend.
By Rebecca Pattonabout a month ago in Fiction
A Child With A Broken Heart
Lisa used to be a free-spirited child until dark cloud and curses strike her life at an early age. Lisa was the apple of her father's eyes and also his pride and joy at an early age. Her dad was very controlling to her mother, and her mother would not have any of that. Lisa's mother moved to Florida to get away from a controlling man. Different people would babysit Lisa because her mother had to work to support them. There was no stable babysitter in 2-year-old Lisa of life.
By Mariann Carrollabout a month ago in Fiction
How to Fuck Around. AI-Generated.
Language is alive, and slang is often where it grows the fastest. Among the many expressions that have emerged and evolved over the last decade, few have captured the imagination—or the eyebrows—of English speakers quite like the phrase “fuck around.” At first glance, it seems crude, irreverent, and downright offensive. But dig a little deeper, and you’ll find that it’s much more than a simple expletive; it’s a linguistic mirror reflecting modern culture, humor, and social dynamics.
By Ayesha Lashariabout a month ago in Fiction
Silent Fight
The palm of her hand connected with his cheek, the sound reverberating across the popular five star restaurant silencing the hectic bustling of the servers fluttering between patrons. All eyes turned to the fighting couple, but their eyes were locked on each other. Danson pulled out a chair, the twitch in his clenched jaw the only sign of fury, but his black eyes danced with a promise, 'wait till we get home'.
By Susan Loblawabout a month ago in Fiction
The Ghost Telegrams. Runner-Up in Craft Over Catharsis Challenge.
The excerpt below was discovered in the case files of Doctor Apis Tahuti, psychoanalyst, paranormal investigator, and head of the Department of Psychic Research at Miskatonic University. It is the final entry in a much larger file on The Carrington Event.
By C. Rommial Butlerabout a month ago in Fiction
Blood on the Carpet
“Your blood is getting on the carpet,” she said. “Oh, I’ll clean that up,” I said. I went and got the mop and started to clean it up. I could hardly stand but the handle helped hold me up. I cleaned it up and put a new bandage on the wound.
By Raine Fielderabout a month ago in Fiction
