Short Story
The Lesson of the Two Frogs in the Pit
The Lesson of the Two Frogs in the Pit One day, two frogs were hopping through a field, lost in conversation. Because they weren't paying attention to where they were going, they suddenly tumbled into a deep, dark pit. The hole was so deep that getting back out seemed impossible.
By Amir Husen6 days ago in Fiction
The Last Message
By the time she noticed the message, it was already too late to matter. It had come in at 2:17 a.m. She saw the timestamp first, a gray, indifferent number sitting above the unread bubble. The phone had been on silent, face down on the nightstand, where she’d left it after deciding—firmly, finally—that she wasn’t going to check it again.
By shallon gregerson6 days ago in Fiction
Why We Celebrate April Fools Day
Why We Celebrate April Fools Day Truth is, no one can point to one single moment and say, this is exactly where it began. The strongest story goes back to the 1500s, when France changed its calendar. The new year used to be celebrated at the end of March, leading into April. Then it was officially moved to January 1st.Not everyone caught on. Some people kept celebrating in April, either because they did not know, or they refused to change. And others began to mock them. They would send them on pointless errands, give fake gifts, play tricks, and laugh, calling them fools. “April fools.”
By George’s Girl 2026 6 days ago in Fiction
Imaginary Friend
Chastelin didn’t think she would fit into the small suburban neighborhood. It had given off a robotic hum of small town paradise. The kind of place where the smiles were just a little too wide, but never overly genuine. A place her wilder youth would have called a cult and yet here she was fitting right in.
By Amos Glade6 days ago in Fiction
THE GILDER’S LEDGER
THE GILDER’S LEDGER: Chapter 1 — The Case in the Shed March 26, 2026 This morning, I felt a pull to share some of the lesser-known truths about Gold Leaf. That thought led me straight to my old Gilder’s Case, which has sat locked away in the stillness of my brick shed for over twenty years.
By Alexander Burnside7 days ago in Fiction
