Foreword: this is really creepy. I never write stuff this creepy. We are traveling and it is late. Im running on a few hours of sleep. I’ve read way to much crime recently. I probably need therapy. Enjoy the product of my tired twisted brain.

The restaurants lights flickered back up. You and four others are standing in the midst of four dead bodies.

The four living people (other than your...

Hey all! Took a long break to focus on my TikTok account and lost motivation to write…however I’m back! And today I’m writing a short story using one of chiyo’s ideas!

If you haven’t stumbled across chiyo’s writing, please search their user up. Thanks again for the idea.

New prompt: “The knife in my hand felt as if it was the end to all my suffering.” (Note: include this dialogue in your story)...

“Pub,” he muttered.

“What?” Came a voice like a goshawk, causing his eardrum to vibrate in a most unpleasant fashion.

“PUB!” He hollered.

“Yeh’ve been gone fehr six hours, yeh lazy slug. And yeh tell me yeh’ve been at the pub this whole time?”

“Yar, I’ve been at the pub. I wanted a bleedin’ pint, didn’t I?” He felt his last nerve fraying.

“Wiv who?” Came the next screech from the kitchen. He ...

It was a dreamscape of world stuck between futurist utopia and anarchical chaos. The lows are low, and the highs. -wherever they are- must be beyond our wildest dreams.

My bodyless awareness follows a young man on errands: picking up a widget in an antique shop, collecting a Mother’s Day card, skyrailing to the edge of the sprawling city. He has a wrestling patch on his bag. While he sits, igno...

The saloon’s door creaked open as the stranger limped in. His boots left wet**,** black trails across the dusty floor. No rain outside**.** The patrons froze, eyes narrowing. The sheriff rose slowly.
“You lost, friend?” The stranger didn’t answer. His** breath came in rattled gasps.** He slumped onto a stool, hat low over his face. The bartender slid him a drink. Then the parrot on the piano s...

Ich war mal wieder auf dem Weg nach Bonn. Bonn war die ehemalige Hauptstadt der Bundesrepublik Deutschland. Heute nannte sich Bonn die Bundesstaat Bonn. Man musste das Haupt zwar herauskürzen, wollte aber dennoch etwas besonderes sein und Bonn war noch etwas besonderes, denn dort befand sich das Bundesministerium für wirtschaftliche Zusammenarbeit und Entwicklung und da ich mich von jeher im Umfe...

Mira wasn’t like the others.

In a town where everyone was ordinary—flesh and blood, bone and sinew—she was made of paper. Thin, delicate, a walking stack of pages bound together in the vague shape of a girl. When she moved, she rustled. When the wind blew too hard, she had to clutch herself tightly, afraid she might scatter.

Everyone laughed.

“Don’t cry, Mira! You’ll turn into mush!”

“Careful!...

(I’ll address the whole government wanting to take away soulmates soon. I just wanted to branch off for a bit for this story!) ———

Liam is determined to meet Tharen again.

He’s his soulmate.

He never thought he would meet his soulmate.

Growing up, his parents and Zac told him that having a fated partner is not all that great. Not for everyone at least.

Liam assumes they meant for him. He kn...

“Is it strange to say that you remind me of a fictional character?” Sam asked.

“Nah. I get that every once in a while. Even from people I’ve known for a long time.”

Sam smiled. “I still can’t get over it though. You and one of my favorite fictional characters both wear striped hats. And you both wear distinctive clothes. Well, if you call a bow tie clothes. Then again, what does a cat in ...

I walked through the cemetery, heading to a familiar spot. My mother died a few years ago and I miss her terribly every single day. She had cancer, and we knew she was gonna die… but I just wasn’t ready to let go.

When I saw her gravestone I sat down next to it, as per usual, “Hi mom. I miss you.” I said, solemnly. I talked to her for a few more minutes, before heading to school. It was bright a...