#fiction

Welcome to the next in an ongoing series of writing prompts in the Worldbuilding community ! I'm aiming to post one of these each Sunday. They aren't a replacement for the excellent daily prompts from

When the secret file on the Fortier Apartments in Shortport, VA was found in a box of files that was supposed to be shredded...

16-year-old Tom Stepforth started telling what he thought was a good joke … only to have it take on a new life owing to his little cousins and their friends.

English Armero Frank was a friendly man and one of Armero's wealthiest residents. He walked along the cobblestone streets, always dressed in a shirt, pants, and a white hat; he had a well-groomed mustache

I didn't know it was the last normal day.... Like... how would I? Tuesday. So hot. Onitsha was Onitshaing. You know how it is? Horns that never stop, bikes weaving like they have 9 lives, people shouting

It was dawn and the air smelled of damp moss and something faintly sweet and calming. Dahlya stood at the edge of the wood, her brows furrowed as she admired the dewy leaves on a big old oak tree. It was

Canva IA I woke up this morning with the sun’s rays streaming through my window. It was still cold, though, so I curled up under the sheets. I didn’t want to get up, even though my phone’s alarm had already

‎Jack grew up in a poor neighbourhood with his mother. His father had died when he was very young, so his mother was the only family he had. Life was difficult, but Jack was smart and hardworking. He often

Monsters catapult us back to shivering beneath the covers and dreading the dark

Image Credit: Meta AI Supply bucket handles rests on my arms, I survey the exterior of my AM house layered under the vacuum and mop on top of the buckets. I am a monstrosity. Good mornings are exchanged

Cuando asistí a la conferencia acerca del futuro de las democracias, nunca me imaginé que alguien prestara atención seria a mi propuesta, pero esta mañana, al ver el noticiero, mi sorpresa ha resultado

The first time I met Uncle Femi, he came as a savior. Even though I didn't want to accept his kind gesture at first, and that is due to how insecure the country is. One needs to be very, very careful.

A fictional piece about a misaligned AI exploiting floating-point rounding errors.

The Chapter Before Their leader, a tall man with glowing icy blue eyes, pointed his sword at her. He was young, broad-shouldered and dressed like a soldier. She gasped, remembering the masked man who pinned

The death was listed as a misadventure but truly it was incomprehensible...

Paula keeps a garden. It's not a garden in the normal sense, with a few flower beds and a lawn. This one takes up half of a large space. The envy of the neighborhood, she's quite certain. Dahlias and roses

The last normal day began with rain. It was the kind of quiet morning nobody remembers until years later, when every ordinary detail suddenly becomes important. Amaka made breakfast for her husband, Daniel,

“I think the hardest thing about our lives is, we never got a chance to just have a belief in our parents. And yeah, I feel cheated, and yeah, I'm mad about it. But I thank God that we have our grandparents.”

Summer of the Great Petunia Poisoning and Other Dilemmas - Part 7

I've not read a dark romance series that has unsettled me like this trilogy. I wasn't simply reading but experiencing, and some parts were difficult to forget. After the emotional chaos of Insatiable and