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 posters. The kind of place that attracted people you didn’t want to talk to, skeevy loiterers with...
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…
The school was supposed to be empty.
No students, no teachers, no scuffed sneakers ...
2025-06-13 05:00:07 +0000 UTC View PostThe 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 enough to give most Wards a bad day. She moved with a finesse usually only seen in movies. A deft fl...
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-survived-this-too-huh sort of mutter after the latest Hebert household disaster. Like the universe enjoyed...
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 Skidmark, but she could follow instructions, swing a bat, and hold her own in a conversation better t...
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 rooftop with a half-crushed juice box—she logged into a forgotten forum.
A thread caught he...
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 smell. She hated the lighting, too bright in some corridors and too dim in others, but always making ...
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 the kind a middle-aged man only pulled out for ‘special occasions.’ His eyes lit up when he spot...
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 a heatwave that had the government issuing red alerts. During the day, the soaring temperatures—co...
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 bullshit. No, it was personal. The universe had it out for him. It fed him scraps of luck ju...
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 from here. I’d love to see familiar names.
Gojo 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 liked, or one he was used to entertaining.
Flippant? Yes. Hypervigilant? Always. But wary—th...
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 alone had started to eat away at her senses within the first hour. Later, she had stopped noticing th...
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 wanted to fall apart just out of spite. Still, it ran. He made sure of that.
He wiped his hand...
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 random Tuesday.
She didn’t remember much at first. Just a sense of her knees buckling, the pressu...
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 afraid, but because at that moment—when the tension between Gojo Satoru and Contessa thickened int...
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 across newsprint. She had stood, wings outstretched and motionless, atop a mountain of rubble in Canber...
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-seeing.
Not in any magical sense—Taylor didn’t believe in that kind of thing—but in the ...
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 betrayal and the day something inside her broke and never quite fit the same way again.
She used...
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 framed by campaign banners and red, white, and blue bunting.
‘A New Future for Brockton Bay,â...
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 the water fountains and no one investigated. And of course, the latest rumor: Sophia Hess, caught skul...
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 PRT Headquarters, below the parking levels, past reinforced stairwells, and through two biometric lo...
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 Miles moved soundlessly, slipping into place beside her like he’d never left.
Taylor didn’t...
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, streaking lines of light and shadow across her desk.
The clock on Director Emily Piggot’s offi...
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 points. Movement, for him, was a choice, not a process.
And yet, he lingered.
Beneath hi...
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 third of your neighborhood was unemployed and the other two-thirds were just trying to stay off the ...
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 silence.
Anakin Skywalker opened his eyes to a dull gray sky, the kind of overcast that smothered...
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 no issues—but everything felt a little too quiet. Brittle, like frost on glass.
There was no ...
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 know how to ask. Outside the conference hall, scattered voices still clung to the last echoes of Sup...
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 sidewalk with his hands in his coat pockets, blindfold in place, and white hair catching the pale sun...
2025-05-22 08:36:51 +0000 UTC View Post