Script
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 2 days ago in Fiction
LHS Class of 01 Reunion '21
The conversation then turned to the emotional undercurrents that a reunion inevitably brings, a topic that both Megan and Joan approached with a mixture of anticipation and gentle trepidation. “I’m a little nervous about how some of our classmates have changed,” Megan admitted, her voice softening. “Will we still click? Will the old jokes still land?” Joan placed a reassuring hand on her own heart, as if to convey solidarity across the digital divide, and responded, “I think the core of who we are remains the same; we just need to be open, listen, and let the evening unfold naturally. And if anyone feels out of place, we can be the anchors that bring them back into the circle.” Their mutual understanding of the delicate balance between nostalgia and present‑day realities underscored the depth of their friendship, a bond capable of guiding them through both logistical challenges and emotional terrain.
By Forest Green6 days ago in Fiction
The Day Pass
The morning did not begin—it dragged itself into existence. A dull, splitting ache pulsed behind his eyes, as if the night had left something unfinished inside his skull. The room smelled faintly of cheap rum and stale air. He lay there for a moment, not thinking, not moving—just existing in the heavy silence that follows excess.
By Honey Batth8 days ago in Fiction
The Overnight Bus Where a Random Man Explored Every Inch of Me in the Back Seat (True Story). Content Warning.
Hi… it’s me, Lila. Twenty-five, sitting here in my little apartment with the rain tapping the window, thighs pressed together just thinking about it. This is what really happened on that long, sweaty overnight bus from Toronto to Montreal last summer. I never thought I’d do this. But my body betrayed me the second the engine started rumbling, and I couldn’t stop it if I tried.
By Chahat Kaur10 days ago in Fiction
Over the Hill. Top Story - March 2026.
I shouldn't be surprised- it's just like Papa to leave the planning to the last minute. But this? Unbelievable. A person's birthdate doesn't change from year to year, now, does it? Most people have their 60th Event planned years in advance.
By Judey Kalchik 14 days ago in Fiction
“Very Dark Times” OF USA
Ray Dalio Warns: The United States May Be Heading Into “Very Dark Times” Billionaire investor Ray Dalio has issued a stark warning: the United States may be heading into “very dark times.” His concerns are not based on short-term politics but on long-term historical patterns that have shaped the rise and fall of global superpowers.
By Wings of Time 15 days ago in Fiction
YNs
Corbitt Darlington sat in the car and breathed. He felt the cold steel in his hands. It felt colder than the 1989 February afternoon where he found himself in the South Bridge section of Wilmington, Delaware. A knock on the glass startled him. He physically rolled down the window to the gray midlevel Korean sedan.
By Skyler Saunders16 days ago in Fiction
The Manuscript Beneath the Monastery
I have long resisted telling this story—not because it lacks proof, but because the proof itself should never be uncovered again. Yet time has a way of eroding fear, and memory demands a voice. What I am about to recount is not invention, nor drunken folklore whispered in candlelit taverns. It is something I witnessed, something that followed me long after I fled the mountains of Transylvania.
By Gaurav Gupta17 days ago in Fiction
