Humor
My Big, Crazy, Norse Myth Wedding. Content Warning.
Who doesn't love Norse mythology? Odin. Thor. Freyja. Loki. It's a rich, sprawling mythology. Having said that, like other mythologies, there are elements of silliness insanity, chaos, all of which make it even more compelling for me.
By John R. Godwinabout 11 hours ago in Fiction
Rolling Away The Stone
Nathan was 100 percent done with Jericho. When he'd left Jerusalem Friday morning, he'd been full of pep and vigor, ready to take his first break of longer than a day since the Lord knew when. The Nathan who lay in his bed at the Right Thyme Inn listening to his neighbors fuck loudly for the second night in a row felt a little differently about things.
By Raistlin Allenabout 13 hours ago in Fiction
The Ice Slick: An Apology
Dear Montréal, Well, this has been a fun two days. Ha, ha. Sorry, I am not well-known for my sense of humour. Often I have been told that I should mind my own business and know my place. Offensive, yes, but I can understand the sentiment. But I needed to vent a little before the season was over. I often feel that you do not appreciate what I give you every summer, and that winter is the price you gotta pay.
By Kendall Defoe a day ago in Fiction
Kitsune's Intervention: A Very Inconvenient Yokai
"I'm telling you, Christie, he is CHEATING on you!" She sighed hard. "Min... I know you think that, but Darryl would never cheat. He is so thoughtful and so, so loyal. He is just the absolute sweetest. I lucked out so hard marrying him. It feels like a dream."
By Alicia Anspaugh2 days ago in Fiction
The Android Detective: Help Wanted
Vesper Lyra leaned her lanky frame into the door to push through the entrance lacking working electronics. A simple, painted sign in a boring and nondescript font announced that one would find a Clyde Sharpman, P.D. inside. Among the bright lights, vibrantly coloured signs, and announcements everywhere else on Wetwater Street, how she even noticed the place was a mystery. Not to mention the roughly cut-out cardboard sign in the unit’s dirty window advertising that the private detective, Clyde Sharpman, wanted help.
By Jean-François Lamothe2 days ago in Fiction
Light from Memory. AI-Generated.
In the year 2149, the sun was no longer enough to power the world. Cities had expanded endlessly, covering deserts, mountains, and coastlines with metal and glass. Humanity’s hunger for energy had grown far beyond what nature could provide. Factories, transport systems, and enormous digital networks required power every second. Scientists searched desperately for a new source of energy that could sustain civilization.
By Reflective Stories3 days ago in Fiction
