Humor
Midnight Bus
The bus doors opened with a long metallic sigh, even though no one had pressed the stop button. For a moment, I stood on the empty sidewalk wondering if I had imagined it. The streetlights flickered softly above me, and the road stretched into darkness like an unanswered question. I had been waiting for nearly thirty minutes, and the city around me had already fallen asleep.
By Vocal Member about 5 hours ago in Fiction
The Dreamholders of Tessarna
Beyond the snowy slopes of the twin Plardo-Tylno Peaks with their ruby caps, across the Sea of Fiery Tamarinds where the trees grow out of the purple reefs to spray burning spores into the wind. Between the River Endurib’s wide delta that meanders aimlessly around the Plain of Milisino licking the plain’s fields of golden grass, and the sharp obsidian blades of the Wicklaure Mountains where the Dwerrow mine for diamonds and cut obsidian blades. At the centre of the vast and ancient Empire of Tessarna that is ruled by the mighty Lord of the City, Divine Emperor of the Manifold Blades, the Emperor-God Thah-Rast who has ruled there for ten thousand generations. There sits the many-spired citadel of Chega-Toleh, where the streets are limned in purple banners of silk and the paving stones are green marble laced with threads of gold brought up from the sea by the sixteen mighty hands of titanic Thah-Rast. Here the Guild of Dweomercraefters makes its magical vessels to store up dreams in captured form to be experienced again and again by whosoever seeks them. Dreams small and large, pleasant and horrible, all manner of dreams they ensnare in the delicate glass vessels and sell to the highest bidder.
By Samuel Wright2 days ago in Fiction
Bacon. Top Story - April 2026. Content Warning.
Satan, laughing, spreads his wings. He launches into an atmosphere riddled with smoke, soot, and ash. He feels the radiation from a thousand fallen nukes. For humanity, it’s certain death. For him, it’s like bathing in a sauna. He laughs again at the thought.
By C. Rommial Butler3 days ago in Fiction
The Café
Every Customer Gets One Visit and One Question Answered THE DOOR BETWEEN WORLDS 🚪 The café appears on different streets in different cities on different nights, never in the same location twice, and the people who find it are always people who are about to face the most significant decision of their lives though they do not always know this when they walk through the door drawn by the warm light and the smell of coffee that is better than any coffee they have ever experienced and by something else, something they cannot name but that feels like recognition, like the café has been waiting specifically for them even though they have never seen it before and will never see it again because the café grants each person only one visit and during that visit they are served a meal that tastes exactly like the most meaningful meal of their life, the meal that represents their deepest happiness, and they are allowed to ask one question that will be answered truthfully by the proprietor, a woman of indeterminate age who seems to know everything about everyone who walks through her door 🌙
By The Curious Writer3 days ago in Fiction
The Library
A Librarian's Secret That Has Been Hidden for a Hundred Years THE DOOR THAT SHOULDN'T EXIST 🚪 Maya Santos had worked as the evening librarian at the Thornfield Public Library for three years without noticing the door behind the reference section, a door that blended so perfectly with the oak paneling that it was invisible unless you were standing at exactly the right angle in exactly the right light, and she only discovered it on a Thursday evening in December when she dropped her phone and watched it slide across the floor and stop against a door frame that she had walked past thousands of times without ever seeing 📱
By The Curious Writer4 days ago in Fiction
Adrian and the Diary
Link to the Challenge: Dear Diary, Well, here we are. I've managed to finally find a way to get my beloved Pandora to be a part of my life. The clinic has said that it was just a temporary breakdown and she needs all the attention I can bestow, so I am technically a part of her life again. No sign of her ex after the news reported on their last spat (it must be nice to have your own plane, a government that looks the other way, and several hidden bank accounts...for now).
By Kendall Defoe 5 days ago in Fiction
Roll Those Eyes, Lads
Roll Those Eyes, Lads It started, as most trouble does, with a look, not a long one, not even a bold one, just a quick turn of the head as she walked past, heels steady, head high, carrying herself like she knew exactly who she was. Tom should have known better, but the pub had that easy evening feel, quiet chatter, glasses clinking, nothing hinting at trouble. His mate gave him a nudge, that silent kind that says go on then, and without thinking too much about it, Tom did.
By George’s Girl 2026 5 days ago in Fiction
