The Starving Ghost by Anita Morozova

Julian had spent two hundred years

The Swan by Platon Lobach

The last ray of sun shone its last light on the lazy,

Tomorrow is Another Day by Marylinn S. Grimm

 “What is it that you think you see?”

The End of the World by Mr.Peanut

“Get the hell out of here” isn't the best way to greet a customer,

Predators and Prey by Juli

Marcus didn't need threats or violence—

"Remember When" Kind of Story by Platon Lobach

 I was looking at all those pale faces wet from the late October rain.

A Regret by Evelyn Shults

They say dead people do not come back.

The Smell of Burnt Sugar by yaxxsu

 Miriam told plenty of lies, yet each one of them began the same way – with kindness.

Good for Them by Lexa

Yes, they despised her.

Tacky Bracelets by Sophia Osadcha

– Sorry, my friend’s a bit awkward at German!

Cold Mint by M.V.

The wind on the avenue felt like a slap in the face,

You Are My Peace, Dear Niece by Alisa Chazova

— Why do I have to wait for so long to see you again for the first time?

A Dog by Olha Tepliuk

I promise I am kind, I promise that I’m good, I don’t know why I bite.

The Confession of Emmett Vane by yaxxsu

Everyone in Bar Harbor loved Emmett Vane –

The Swings by Lexa

The creak of the swing left a bitter metallic taste in my mouth.

When Nothing Pushes Back by Aliona Chernysh

 A woman stopped time in a convenience store

Your Name by Anita Morozova

The scariest thing about vanishing

The Knock by Sofia Kovalchuk

The only downside to the expensive soundproofing was that it didn't hide the knocking of metal against a cast-iron pipe at all.

Too Kind to Be True by M.V.

The entire town swore Jake was a walking saint.

Why Do We Save Whales? by Olgerd Volker

Why do we save whales?

Innocence by Marylinn S. Grimm

At 2 a.m., a child is the very last thing people expect to see on their porch.

Toxoplasmosis by Mr.Peanut

His daggers pierced the skin of my thighs

Basil by Olha Tepliuk

Have you ever saved a life?

Little Guy by Mr. Peanut

His pitch was low, filled with rage

Woman in White by Alina

What's there to see?

The Fraud by Olha Tepliuk

 Have you ever been a fraud?

A Quiet Visit by Juli

One evening, a strange woman came,

Why Can't my Willow See by Evelyn Shults

My willow, don't u see,

The Arrival of Fate by yaxxsu

She came without knocking – as strange women do,

Fear of Dreams by Lexa

I'm happy that I don't see dreams

Already There by Aliona Chernysh

Once a loud man, with his pitch so high,

Storm by Anita Morozova

She threads the open field,

The Last Waste Ground by Sophia Osadcha

Do you want to go look at the waste ground?

The Feelings of Silence by M.V

A strange woman said nothing

Spaghettification by by Olgerd Volker

Without knocking or with,

07.09.2025 by Marylinn S. Grimm

Not mine.