Love
The Morning My Reflection Disappeared
I thought it was just another Saturday. Alarm at 7:00 a.m., the tail end of some weird dream I’d already forgotten, and that familiar battle between “I could sleep more” and “I’ll hate Monday if I do.” I stuck to the plan, got up, stretched, and let the sunlight hit my face like it always does on weekends.
By abualyaanart16 days ago in Fiction
Silver & Ash
The mirror was not beautiful. Its frame was silver, once bright, now dulled and uneven, like jewelry that had been worn too long and cleaned too rarely. Tarnish crept into the grooves where thorns and roses had been etched along the edges, their lines worn down in places, scratched through in others, as if someone had tried and failed to erase them. The glass itself was imperfect. It did not reflect cleanly. It bent the image just enough to unsettle, stretching features subtly so that the face looking back always felt a fraction off, familiar but not entirely trustworthy.
By Banas Author16 days ago in Fiction
Talking Through the Grapevine. Honorable Mention in What the Myth Gets Wrong Challenge.
Theseus sighed as he picked up a stone and threw it into the ocean. Usually, he would be able to make it skip for at least ten times, even if he was having a bad day. But whether it was because he was sitting on the sand or he just didn’t care, the stone sank with a single plop a half mile away.
By Rebecca Patton17 days ago in Fiction
The Coffee Theorem. AI-Generated.
Dr. Iris Chen had mathematically proven that lasting romantic love was statistically improbable. Her paper, published in the Journal of Behavioral Economics, used game theory to demonstrate that the emotional cost-benefit analysis of modern relationships inevitably trended toward dissolution. She'd presented it at conferences. She'd defended it on podcasts. She'd built an entire career on being right.
By Alpha Cortex17 days ago in Fiction
My Dad
I got my story in a magazine; it was about my dad, George Hurst. He was the best dad in the world. He loved his family and raised his children while my mum was always ill with her nerves. He cooked, cleaned, and worked down the coal mine. My dad was like me: always happy and helping others, but usually taken for granted, too.
By George’s Girl 2026 18 days ago in Fiction
Is Saad Punjwani About to Get Married? A Mysterious Instagram Post Sparks Curiosity
A single Instagram post is sometimes enough to start a wave of curiosity online — and that is exactly what happened when Pakistani technology entrepreneur Saad Punjwani suddenly appeared on Instagram after years of silence.
By Jon B. Carroll19 days ago in Fiction
