The bus stop on the long street full of hole-in-the-wall businesses was little more than a crooked bench and a leaning scrap of metal roof, stained with dirt, rust, and the remnants of a dozen old ...
2025-06-14 08:29:40 +0000 UTC View PostTwo weeks before the story began… The school was supposed to be empty. No students, no teachers, no scuffed sneakers squeaking against the t
Two weeks before the story began… 2025-06-13 05:00:07 +0000 UTC View Post
The woman was fast. Too fast for a civilian, fast enough to give most Wards a bad day. She moved with a finesse usually only seen in movies.
The woman was fast. Too fast for a civilian, fast ...
2025-06-13 02:41:45 +0000 UTC View PostHer dad had always called her lucky.
Not in a cheesy, cutesy, ‘you’re my lucky star, kiddo’ kind of way. No, with Danny Hebert, it was more dry than that. Usually a resigned, you-surviv...
2025-06-12 11:56:59 +0000 UTC View PostChisel wasn’t the brightest, and even she’d admit that, though probably with a shrug and a half-laugh and a beer in hand.
She wasn’t a smarty-pant like Stubs or charismatic like S...
2025-06-12 05:00:05 +0000 UTC View PostTaylor didn’t use social media much.
Too many triggers. Too many people who used to shove her into lockers now posting #blessed selfies.
But one night—bored, hoodie up, sitting on a...
2025-06-11 08:51:18 +0000 UTC View PostAmy hated hospitals. She hated the sterile smell. She hated the lighting, too bright in some corridors and too dim in others, but always mak
Amy hated hospitals.
She hated the sterile s...
2025-06-11 07:52:48 +0000 UTC View PostHer dad was waiting by the boardwalk entrance, standing awkwardly in a posture that tried too hard to look relaxed. The jeans were too new, the polo shirt had one collar uneven, and his jacket was ...
2025-06-10 05:53:35 +0000 UTC View PostIt was well past dark and, though the wind howled in his ears, the usual white noise of traffic was absent. It was possible the weather had chased most indoors; the city was riding the tail-end of ...
2025-06-09 12:49:33 +0000 UTC View PostSkidmark knew, without a doubt, that the universe hated him.
Not in the cosmic, grand, ‘you were born under a cursed star’ kind of way. Or in that fate or karma or any of that religious b...
2025-06-09 09:15:28 +0000 UTC View PostI know this might be asking a lot, but I’d be incredibly grateful if you could take a moment to check out my original fiction on Royal Road. If you leave a comment, let me know you’re coming fr...
2025-06-07 12:37:57 +0000 UTC View PostGojo was wary. It wasn’t a feeling he liked. Or one he was used to entertaining. Flippant? Yes. Hypervigilant? Always. But wary—that slow-cr
Gojo was wary.
It wasn’t a feeling he ...
2025-06-06 06:56:19 +0000 UTC View PostShe died with her mouth open.
Screaming, or trying to. There wasn’t much strength left to scream with as her throat burned with rot and bile and mold and other things. The stench a...
2025-06-06 05:51:38 +0000 UTC View PostThe clang of metal echoed through the garage as Anakin tightened the last bolt on a battered engine block. The machine—a rust-colored pickup from this world’s previous decade—rattled like it ...
2025-06-05 08:49:58 +0000 UTC View PostThe day she almost died, really died, wasn’t the day she fought Mannequin. Or the day she did her best to rescue civilians while Leviathan rampaged just blocks away.
It was a rando...
2025-06-05 07:43:07 +0000 UTC View PostRebecca didn’t breathe. Not because she was afraid, but because at that moment—when the tension between Gojo Satoru and Contessa thickened i
Rebecca didn’t breathe. Not because she was ...
2025-06-03 17:08:18 +0000 UTC View PostThe Simurgh did not mourn.
She understood the concept. She had studied it in countless expressions: the keening of widows, the shattered silence in hospitals, the ink of eulogies spilling acr...
2025-06-03 06:51:54 +0000 UTC View PostWinslow was a school built on the art of not-seeing. Not in any magical sense—Taylor didn’t believe in that kind of thing—but in the quiet,
Winslow was a school built on the art of not-...
2025-06-02 10:13:08 +0000 UTC View PostTaylor didn’t write in her journal anymore.
Not since then.
Not since the locker—the dark, fetid tomb of rotting garbage, mold, and diseases. Not since Emma’s be...
2025-05-31 05:31:17 +0000 UTC View PostClark Kent watched as the television above the bar flicker with static before it stabilized again—just in time to catch the bright, gleaming smile of Max Anders filling the screen, his face frame...
2025-05-30 10:10:55 +0000 UTC View PostTaylor had seen some bizarre things at Winslow.
She’d once watched a girl get smacked in the face with a frozen juice box during lunch. There was the time someone poured bleach in th...
2025-05-30 05:00:08 +0000 UTC View PostThe room was buried deep beneath the Brockton Bay PRT Headquarters, below the parking levels, past reinforced stairwells, and through two bi
The room was buried deep beneath the Brockton Bay ...
2025-05-29 11:32:02 +0000 UTC View PostMiles’ arrival threw a wrench in Tattletale’s plans.
Taylor could see it in the flicker of surprise behind the girl's calculating eyes, in the momentary falter in her too-sure smile, as M...
2025-05-28 05:00:05 +0000 UTC View PostThe clock on Director Emily Piggot’s office wall ticked steadily—louder than it had any right to be in a room this small—and thin bands of morning light slipped through half-closed blinds, st...
2025-05-27 13:41:04 +0000 UTC View PostThe world turned beneath him.
Clouds parted around the edges of his form, golden light washing over the ocean far below. Wind tugged at nothing; he did not truly fly so much as exist between ...
2025-05-27 09:43:39 +0000 UTC View PostDorothy had learned long ago not to ask too many questions in Brockton Bay.
Not when half your employees had fake names, ‘sealed’ records, or tattoos they swore meant nothing. Not when a ...
2025-05-26 07:38:03 +0000 UTC View PostThere was no pain.
No machine-clad limbs.
No wheezing breath drawn through a mask that had become more prison than armor.
No Palpatine. No Empire.
Only sil...
2025-05-25 07:00:06 +0000 UTC View PostIt wasn’t the same without him.
Taylor moved through the city like she was trying to fill a shape that no longer fit. She still wore the mask, the insects still followed her commands with n...
2025-05-24 06:36:26 +0000 UTC View PostThe press conference was over.
Cameras were packed up, microphones unplugged, and reporters filed out in murmuring clusters, their notebooks heavy with praise and questions they didn’t yet ...
2025-05-23 10:01:36 +0000 UTC View PostGojo Satoru strolled down the rain-slick sidewalk with his hands in his coat pockets, blindfold in place, and white hair catching the pale sunlight.
Gojo Satoru strolled down the rain-slick s...
2025-05-22 08:36:51 +0000 UTC View Post