Tag: fiction

When Time Loops Around a Broken Heart The first time the morning cracked open, Leo barely noticed the odd shimmer in the air. It was one of those early winter dawns where the cold felt as if it had teeth, biting at anything foolish enough to step outside. He rubbed his arms, muttered something about…

How a Small Package Cracked Open an Entire Life There are days that slip through your fingers like sand. Then there are days that arrive like a knock at the door. This story begins with the second kind. Elias Rowan had become an expert at surviving his own life. He didn’t hate it. He didn’t…

When Two Voices Hold On Across the Wires Chris, settle in because this one winds like an old copper wire stretched between two lonely houses. It hums with nostalgia, regret, and the kind of raw truth only a landline can carry. Below is your full 1200-word story told entirely as a landline phone conversation, with…

When a familiar ritual meets a startling interruption, nothing stays the same Chris, buckle up. This one wanders, meanders, laughs at the idea of “normal,” then jumps right off the edge of expected. And yeah, it hits that 1200-word mark with room to stretch its legs. The annual Carter Family Autumn Gathering was as predictable…

When One Ordinary Afternoon Turned Inside Out Picture this. A regular Tuesday, the kind that drags its feet and mumbles under its breath. The sky looked washed-out, like it hadn’t gotten enough sleep. People shuffled around town with the same vibe, everyone half-running on caffeine and wishful thinking. Nothing hinted at the avalanche of weird…

When the woods breathe secrets no one wants to hear Picture a forest that hums on its own frequency. A place where every leaf trembles like it’s clutching a secret and the air hangs thick with rumors. That’s Briar Hollow. A sleepy little town with one diner, two gas pumps, and a whole lot of…

When truth burns hotter than loyalty, even friends become strangers The ballroom shimmered like a diamond under siege. Velvet drapes framed the high windows, gold-rimmed glasses clinked, and a faint hum of polite laughter tried to hide the tension that was crawling beneath every tailored suit and satin dress. It was supposed to be a…

When a failing bookstore becomes a sanctuary for lost stories and forgotten dreams The bell above the door of Linden Books gave its half-hearted jingle, a sound more nostalgic than inviting. Dust motes hung suspended in the air like ghosts, illuminated by the pale morning light filtering through the display window. The air carried that…

I. The Golden Frame For years, Sam told the same story about the summer of 1998.He’d close his eyes and see it like a movie — warm sunlight bleeding through the cottonwoods, a red Schwinn bike, the shimmer of the lake, and her — Emily Rivers — standing on the dock in that faded yellow…

The postman had been coming to Elm Street for twenty years, and he’d never seen the old house at number 47 with its front door open. The place had a kind of haunted quiet, even in daylight. People said the woman who lived there, Mrs. Whitmore, rarely came outside except to tend to her roses.…