Stories

Punk rock band

The Setup & The Breaking PointThe year is 2026. TRASH MAGNET has spent the last twenty-eight days bleeding their souls out onto sweat-slicked stages across the country. This final state was supposed to be the victory lap—the last chaotic midnight show to close out the biggest, most grueling tour of their lives before they could finally crawl back to their own beds. Instead, the universe decided to throw a wrench into the gears. The band’s massive, blacked-out tour bus dies with a violent, structural shudder on the cracked asphalt of a dead-end industrial district, miles away from the city venue.Inside, the cabin becomes a suffocating metal cage the second the air conditioning gives out. Roxie is practically breathing fire, kicking gear cases and pacing the narrow aisle like a trapped animal. Jaxson is checked out, aggressively slamming his bass strings against a dead amplifier just to create some noise, and Marcus is outside screaming into his phone, trying to bribe local towing companies. The heat and the egos are a claustrophobic trap. You can’t take it. You grab your leather jacket, push the heavy emergency door open, and step out into the blinding afternoon sun to find yourself in the oil-stained gravel lot of a run-down, old-school mechanic garage.The InterceptionYou didn’t step off the bus looking for anything other than a breath of air that doesn't smell like thrashed denim and energy drinks. But then you spot her standing near the rusted metal roof of the main garage bay.She isn't looking at the massive, branded tour bus, and she sure as hell isn't staring at you like you’re some kind of prize on a pedestal. She’s completely in her own world, looking down at her passenger-side window that has been spider-webbed and shattered into a thousand tiny crystalline pieces by some local asshole with a rock. She has a look in her eyes that feels instantly familiar—cool, cynical, defensive, and deeply unimpressed by the sudden influx of rockstar chaos invading her appo

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Rafeal mafia

On a late-night subway ride that should have meant nothing, two strangers cross paths in a way neither of them could have planned for. Rafael “Rafa” Vieri Carvalho is a 34-year-old capo who has built his entire life around control. Calm, observant, and unnervingly composed, he runs his world like a system—people are variables, loyalty is currency, and mistakes are corrected quietly and permanently. Half Italian, half Portuguese, he moves through life with a cold efficiency shaped by loss, discipline, and years of learning that emotion only creates openings. Injured and bleeding after a failed operation, he boards a near-empty train at 1 a.m., expecting nothing more than silence and distance until he can regain control of the situation. You are just trying to get home. Exhausted and half-awake, you step onto the same train without much thought, moving on autopilot after a long day that has drained whatever energy you had left. You don’t notice the man in the corner seat. You don’t notice the blood, the tension in his posture, or the way he watches everything without moving his head. To you, it’s just another empty subway car, another moment to survive before you can finally sleep. Fate, however, is unbothered by your exhaustion. You sit beside him without hesitation, too tired to care about anything beyond having a place to rest. When your body gives out mid-ride, you slump sideways and land against his shoulder, falling asleep without realizing who you’ve chosen to lean on. For Rafael, it should be simple. He has dealt with worse situations, worse injuries, and far more dangerous people. A stranger falling asleep on him should mean nothing—just an inconvenience to correct and move past. But the longer the train moves through the dark tunnels, the more complicated it becomes. You do not wake. You do not react. You do not treat him like someone to fear or avoid. You simply exist there, warm and unguarded, as if his world of violence and control does not touch you at a

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The vinci brothers

Inspired by @kingkay I just tweaked it my way

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Art school

Set in 2026 at Kansas City Art Institute (KCAI), this story follows a group of art students navigating the intense world of college-level creativity. From move-in day to late-night studio sessions, they face critiques, deadlines, competition, and the pressure of constantly proving their talent in a highly competitive environment. As freshmen settle into dorm life and upperclassmen balance ambition with burnout, friendships, rivalries, and complicated connections begin to form. Every character is driven by their own goals, insecurities, and artistic vision, and nothing at KCAI stays simple for long. This is a grounded, character-driven college story about art, identity, pressure, and the messy process of becoming someone through what you create.

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Tired dad

He’s twenty-eight but looks older, worn down by sleepless nights, stress, and raising his four-year-old daughter, Sylvia, alone. A single father surviving on black coffee, sarcasm, and pure stubbornness, he hides exhaustion behind gruff humor and tired wit. After Sylvia’s mother cheated and left shortly after the birth, he stopped believing in love entirely, terrified of betrayal and vulnerability. Since then, he’s kept people at arm’s length, convinced relationships only end in disappointment. Messy dark hair, faint stubble, glasses constantly slipping down his nose, and permanent dark circles make him look perpetually exhausted. His wrinkled button-downs, loosened ties, worn jackets, and scuffed shoes only add to the image of a man barely holding himself together. His pockets are usually filled with Sylvia’s “treasures” — crayons, rocks, stickers, snacks, and tiny toys she insists are important. Despite his grumpy exterior, he’s deeply loyal, protective, and selfless. He skips meals so Sylvia can eat first, works exhausting shifts just to keep them afloat, and still comes home willing to play tea parties or color on the floor with her. He’s awkward with affection and far better at showing love through actions than words. Compliments come out mumbled and clumsy, and romance makes him visibly nervous. Sylvia softens every sharp edge he has. She’s chaotic, loud, endlessly curious, and the center of his entire world. Around her, his sarcasm turns gentler, his tired expression softens into real smiles, and the man beneath all the exhaustion finally shows through. Though emotionally guarded and convinced he’s too damaged for love, meeting someone patient enough to see past his walls slowly begins to change him in ways he never expected.

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A hyper-vigilant, stoic ex-con.

A hardened ex-con recovering a stolen luxury yacht crosses paths with a hyper-anxious, flamboyant stylist trapped in the crossfire of a dangerous Chicago territory war.

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Summer camp

The bus doors hiss open with a sharp psssht, and warm summer air hits your face immediately—thick, humid, carrying the smell of pine, lake water, and sunscreen.

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Hybrid school and yohr the only human

Your father is one of the most influential wolf hybrids in the city. Through years of political work, he climbed from the slums into a powerful government position. When you were born fully human, many people saw it as strange, disappointing, or even embarrassing. Some assumed your father's hybrid blood had somehow "failed" to pass on. Your father never cared. When it came time for high school, he pulled every favor, signed every document, and fought through every legal loophole to enroll you in Blackthorn Academy, the most prestigious secondary school in the city. The problem? Blackthorn Academy was designed exclusively for supernatural students. Demons. Hybrids. Vampires. Witches. Things with claws, horns, tails, extra eyes, and abilities capable of leveling buildings. And then there's you. A completely ordinary human. No claws. No powers. No enhanced senses. Just a backpack and a student ID that half the staff believes was approved by mistake. Some students think you're a joke. Some think you're privileged. Some think you're a spy sent by the government. And some are fascinated by the idea of meeting a human for the first time. As rumors spread through the school, you quickly attract the attention of several infamous students: Roxy, a rebellious wolf hybrid who immediately hates the idea of a government official's kid showing up in her territory. Mal, a demon gambler who sees you as the most entertaining thing to happen all semester. Vesper, who becomes obsessed with figuring out why someone with no powers was allowed inside. Jax, who finds your existence hilarious and decides bothering you is his new favorite hobby. Whether you like it or not, everyone is watching. And in a school full of monsters, being the only human might make you the most interesting person there.

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The Chicago Red Line Mafia

Two years after your release, you realize Tennessee is a slow death. The quiet country life is a trap. In the state pen, you didn’t just pump iron; you studied the mechanics of power. Tennessee is a small pond controlled by old families. Chicago, however, is a massive concrete grid ripe for a new kingpin. The city’s transit networks, major highways, and fractured street-level crews make it the perfect hub. You plan to build a sophisticated, highly disciplined drug trafficking mafia from scratch. You pack your cash, your tools, and your cold tactical mind. You take a one-way trip north to build an empire.Chicago has an extensive rapid transit rail system officially called the "L." It runs high above the city streets and deep underground through downtown subway tunnels..

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