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I Didn’t Have Time to Work Out. So I Lost Weight Anyway.. AI-Generated.
The lie I told myself was simple, clean, and socially acceptable. “I don’t have time.” I said it the way people say, “I’ll call you,” when they know they won’t. I said it to coworkers, to friends, to my doctor, and most convincingly, to myself.
By Peter16 days ago in Fiction
I Once Feared the Mirror, Now I Dare to Look at Myself. AI-Generated.
For most of my life, mirrors were my enemy. I didn’t avoid them casually; I avoided them with precision. Bathroom mirrors, full-length mirrors, shop windows reflecting a distorted image of myself—I steered clear of them all. Each reflection was a reminder that I was too much for the world: too big, too slow, too undesirable.
By Peter16 days ago in Fiction
I’m Not Lazy. I Just Lived in the Wrong Body.. AI-Generated.
It’s funny how life can make you feel trapped—not by circumstances, not by society, but by your own body. I didn’t grow up thinking I’d be “fat.” I just… existed. My body felt like someone else’s, a cage I couldn’t escape, a uniform that didn’t fit the life I imagined for myself.
By Peter16 days ago in Fiction
I Didn’t Suddenly Lose Weight. I Suddenly Stopped Despairing.. AI-Generated.
It wasn’t a Monday morning miracle. It wasn’t some diet book, or kale smoothie, or Instagram influencer’s “miracle” routine that made me change. I didn’t wake up one day to see my reflection and think, Wow, I look great. No. The truth is far messier. I lost weight because, one day, I finally stopped despairing.
By Peter16 days ago in Fiction
The Light Between Closed Doors. AI-Generated.
Here is your story rewritten with a more polished, professional, publication-ready tone, improved structure, deeper emotional layering, and refined narrative flow — while keeping it over 800 words.
By Taj muhammad16 days ago in Fiction
The She-Wolf
Leonard Bilsiter was one of those people who found the real world dull and uninteresting. Instead of engaging with ordinary life, he preferred to speak mysteriously about unseen forces and secret powers. Like a child inventing imaginary worlds, Leonard created his own version of hidden knowledge—but unlike children, he wanted others to admire and believe him.
By Lily Smith16 days ago in Fiction
The Hands That Rocked The Baby Killed Its Daddy
The Hands That Rocked The Baby Killed Its Daddy They said she was gentle. They said she had the softest voice in the ward, the kind that could calm a fevered child with a single hush. They said she was patient. Devoted. Harmless. They never listened closely enough.
By George’s Girl 2026 16 days ago in Fiction
Marjolaine
MARJOLAINE Using my thumb as a temporary bookmark, I closed the paperback of Ender’s Game. Having already finished it twice, this third read-through sought comfort.
By Jean-François Lamothe17 days ago in Fiction
The Road to Paradise Pocket. Top Story - March 2026.
“Come now little one, under your covers you go” A booming voice sounded throughout a dimly lit rustic cabin. Tiny feet began thumping a few rooms over as the large gray man sat on a bedside stool and gazed out into the blowing snow outside. It had been snowing for days now, another day and his view of the outside may begin to obscure. He could hear the wind breaking now though, not as harsh and powerful as it had been the day before, his vision a few yards further, and the sun a hair brighter that afternoon. Yes it would break by morning, the snow would stop and the sun would cast its warm healing rays over the tiny frozen town.
By Brier17 days ago in Fiction
The Silent Love of the Forest
Deep between green mountains lay a vast and peaceful forest where life moved in harmony with nature. Every morning, golden sunlight slipped gently through the leaves, painting patterns upon the soft earth. Birds filled the air with melodies, and a clear river flowed through the forest like a silver ribbon, carrying stories of time itself.
By hamad khan18 days ago in Fiction
The Magic Behind The Door
The house was dull and boring to look at, and its red brick grounds were worn out. The door and window frame looked like something out of an old book.
By Carol Ann Townend18 days ago in Fiction
The Letter He Never Opened. AI-Generated.
The letter arrived on an ordinary afternoon. Arman noticed it only because the envelope looked different from the usual bills and promotional flyers. It was cream-colored, slightly creased at the edges, and addressed in handwriting he hadn’t seen in years.
By Shahid Zaman19 days ago in Fiction