Under the Stars

Highest Rankings! #1 cosmopolitan #3 european #3 demise #5 sinful #6 eerie #13 immigrant #25 german #25 liars #28 bloodlines #28 intimate #42 asylum #72 elite #77 wealth #112 smalltowns ༺༻༺༻༺༻ 🥇 Gloria Regali A...

The Gifts of Mortality

The gods have no pity for humans and their impermanence. Why would they care for lives measured in years, when time marches into millennia for them? The immortals stay in their city. The humans remain in their parts of the world. What was once separate clashes together. A human terrorist group gains control over the G...

Silent Stranger

A mute, foundling girl hides from her pursuers with the help of a reluctant recluse. The two of them have nothing in common except deep emotional scars. Who is she? How did she end up unconscious and scantily clothed on Evan's isolated property? Why is she so utterly terrified? How does he get answers from a girl who...

Only Wires

Observing humanity has been a machine's quest for millenia, but what will happen when it gains sentience?

Sneezed Out of Luck: A Soul's Quest

I never thought sneezing would be so life-changing. I mean, I've heard of people getting a broken nose, but lost their soul? That's a new one. A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. And mine begins with a sneeze. Wordcount : 2290

Where Frost Meets Fire

A young girl gets a fire lizard for her birthday. A young fire lizard is kidnapped from her home. When their two worlds collide, their lives will never be the same. ~~~ Super-short chapters! Word count is under 6,000 for the whole story. ~~~ I'm leaning hard into tonal whiplash. You have been warned! ~~~ Completed...

TX-2033-LEEKNIGHT-1004-AM

A grief-stricken mother relives the final days of her troubled daughter while attempting to preserve and restore data from her memory logs. *** In the midst of her divorce proceedings with her estranged husband, Helen raises their troubled daughter, Alice, in an unassuming town of Wickington in her home state. Alice'...

Sink

It appeared one day without anyone noticing, opening a corridor into the earth, and even the drowned could not say where it led. * I don't often write short stories (I'm rather terrible at them), but I've always been terrified of sinkholes, so there you go.