Holiday

The Room That Remembers
When I signed the lease for the small house on Maple Street, I thought I’d finally caught a stroke of luck. The rent was cheap, the neighborhood quiet, and the landlord seemed almost too eager to hand me the keys.
By ETS_Story7 months ago in Fiction
Halloween. Content Warning.
Paranoia had gripped Haddonfield. They thought they had killed Michael Myers. They were right. However, The Shape dwelled within Michael. It was the evil that had infected Michael in 1963 and corrupted his soul. The Shape was Michael once again. It had manifested itself as its favorite form. That is 1978’s Michael Myers, the twenty-one-year-old. He crept inside Laurie’s house and grabbed the mask. As soon as he put it on, he felt whole again.
By DJ Robbins7 months ago in Fiction
The Door That Wasn’t There Yesterday
The Door That Wasn’t There Yesterday When reality itself starts opening and closing on you, how do you know which life is yours?
By waseem khan7 months ago in Fiction
The Golden Diary
The attic had always been a forbidden place in the house. Dusty, dim, and filled with relics that no one cared about anymore, it seemed like a graveyard of forgotten objects. Yet, one late afternoon, curiosity pulled Zara toward it. The wooden stairs creaked beneath her feet, as though warning her to turn back. But she didn’t. Something in her heart told her that there was a story hidden there, waiting for her.
By Vocal Member 7 months ago in Fiction
An Evening in Paris
Paris has a way of making ordinary evenings unforgettable. For me, it wasn’t the Eiffel Tower sparkling at night or the Seine whispering under the bridges. It was a single evening that slipped quietly into my life and stayed with me ever since.
By arsalan ahmad7 months ago in Fiction
Herbert. Top Story - August 2025.
A hulking figure stood in the doorway. He smelled like whiskey and clenched a cigar between his teeth. It had a cherry scent adding a pleasant smell to an otherwise horrible one. Brad and Wendy turn and their faces twist in horror. Herbert revs his chain saw; then he lets out a terrifying squeal while chasing after the couple. Wendy bashes the clown over the head. Glass shatters and candy goes everywhere. Herbert shakes his head. Brad drives his shoulder into Herbert’s belly. The clown lets out a grunt as he staggers backwards and crashes through the coffee table. The terrified couple tries fleeing out the back door.
By DJ Robbins7 months ago in Fiction
Coffee Shop at the End of the World
Maya had always believed that the world would end with fire or ice, maybe a bang or a whimper—anything but the gentle hum of an espresso machine and the soft jazz playing from speakers that had seen better days. Yet here she was, wiping down tables at Brew & Beyond while the sky outside painted itself in shades of amber and crimson that had nothing to do with sunset.
By Fazal Ur Rahman7 months ago in Fiction
Abandoned
October 16, 2017 It was the middle of the night when we found it. The road had been empty for miles and miles in both directions, we would’ve missed it ourselves if it hadn’t been for the clasp of lightning that lit up the sky as we flew through the blinding storm.
By Parsley Rose 7 months ago in Fiction
The Last Mixtape
With a loud sound, the shovel bit into the damp earth with force, as if my heart had been crushed to its core. Ten years. The time capsule we had hidden beneath was covered in the bravery of eighteen-year-olds a decade ago. Me, Leo, and Sarah. This was the day we made an oath to open it all together. While Leo was designing buildings that etched the clouds in Tokyo, Sarah disappeared without him. We buried our dreams two years prior in a waterproof ammo box, but then the accident happened.
By Daniel Blake7 months ago in Fiction
The Last Human Coder
The Last Human Coder By the year 2040, human coding was history. Artificial intelligence had surpassed every human benchmark in software development. The AIs didn’t just write applications they designed architectures, debugged themselves, and optimized global systems in real time. Entire companies were run without a single human developer.
By Farooq Hashmi8 months ago in Fiction
The Day Ads Started Talking Back
It started with a banner ad. When ignoring pop-ups was no longer an option, the internet changed forever. At first, Jason thought it was a glitch. He was scrolling through an article when a flashing banner for a fitness app appeared at the top of his screen. Nothing unusual there. But then the banner changed, and the text read:
By Farooq Hashmi8 months ago in Fiction
The Clock Stopped at 3:07
The night it started, I thought it was just a coincidence. I had fallen asleep on the couch, the TV still on, when a sharp click jolted me awake. I glanced over at the old clock on the wall—the one my grandmother left me. Its second hand had frozen, pointing straight at the seven.
By ETS_Story8 months ago in Fiction