Holiday
FUZZY BEAR
*Fuzzy Bear: A Hug You Can Trust* In a cozy little forest surrounded by tall trees, colorful flowers, and chirping birds, lived a teddy bear named *Fuzzy*. Fuzzy wasn’t like other bears—he wasn’t wild or loud. In fact, he wasn’t even real. He was a soft, stuffed bear with button eyes, stitched paws, and golden brown fur that was always warm, no matter how cold the night was. Fuzzy belonged to a little girl named *Mila*, who lived in a small cottage at the edge of the forest with her grandmother. Mila’s parents had passed away when she was very young, and Fuzzy Bear had been her gift from her mother—a last memory stitched with love and care. Since then, Fuzzy had become more than a toy. He was her best friend, her secret keeper, and her source of comfort. Every night, Fuzzy sat beside Mila on her little bed by the window. She would hug him tight, whisper her dreams, her fears, and her stories to him. Though Fuzzy never spoke, his hugs always made her feel better. But what Mila didn’t know was that *Fuzzy Bear was magical*.
By Ibrahim Shah 8 months ago in Fiction
Relic
Every Saturday morning I write her a letter in place of a cup of coffee. The kettle can wait. The stove can click itself awake without me. What matters is the scrape of the chair across the tile and the pen uncapping with that soft, hungry pop, like the day taking its first breath.
By SUEDE the poet9 months ago in Fiction
Bundles For the Soul
The island sun, a white-gold coin pressed against the immense blue dome of the sky, baked the limestone flagstones of Hvar’s main square. Tourists flowed like a bright, chattering river between cafes and yachts in the harbor, their laughter bouncing off ancient walls. Yet, in the shadow of the Renaissance cathedral’s bell tower, there was a pocket of stillness. It was the stall of Magda, the woman who sold lavender.
By Anna Soldenhoff9 months ago in Fiction
The White Hare's Revenge
Tobias Cullen had always been a quiet boy, meek and timid, with wide, innocent eyes that rarely made contact with others. He lived on a small, isolated farm at the edge of the village of Dunsfield, a place where the ground was barren, and the seasons seemed to pass by in slow, cruel cycles. He had been tormented by the villagers for as long as he could remember—called names, pushed into ditches, humiliated at every turn. They called him "the hare," mocking his pale skin and slight frame. Every Easter, when the town came alive with celebration and laughter, Tobias was forgotten. His existence was as invisible to them as the soft whispers of the wind.
By V-Ink Stories9 months ago in Fiction
The Last Sunrise
The town of Red Hollow had long since abandoned the joy of Easter. What had once been a celebration of spring and renewal had turned into a time of terror. Every year, as Easter morning dawned, the sun would rise blood-red, bathing the land in its eerie glow.
By V-Ink Stories9 months ago in Fiction
Valentine's Day Sucks
Valentine’s Day sucks. Boyd sighed as he saw Charlie sidle up to the bar and order a beer. A few feet away sat his girlfriend. This was a problem. His friend Charlie ran a standard Valentino scam on vampires: He would seduce them and then kill them. He was good at it. However, he had a healthy libido, so occasionally he would fall for a target. This could cause complications.
By Jamais Jochim9 months ago in Fiction
Christmas with Chris
Chris was planning on having a great time. He jumped at the chance to see all his old college friends, when Matt called and said he was having a Christmas get together. He should bring Mandy and if they wanted, bring a $20 funny grab bag gift.
By Barbara Gode Wiles9 months ago in Fiction
The impact came from nowhere.. AI-Generated.
One moment, Adam was crossing the campus quad, his textbook tucked under his arm, thinking about the thermodynamics exam he hadn't studied enough for. The next moment, something hard and heavy collided with the side of his face, and the world dissolved into a spray of red and a sound like rushing water.
By mohamed hasan9 months ago in Fiction
One Night
Rain pelted the window. Jessica Spring sighed. She heard a knock on the door. She answered and met the most gorgeous man she ever met in her life. He wore a white suit with a red shirt underneath. His white tie contrasted nicely with the vibrant red shirt.
By DJ Robbins9 months ago in Fiction
Egg of the End
The excavation had been years in the making. Nestled deep within the sands of an isolated desert, the Temple of Aasha—the so-called “Womb of Eternity”—had long been a legend among archaeologists. Dr. Eleanor Voss and her team finally unearthed its secrets in the weeks leading up to Easter. At the heart of the temple lay the prize that would make history: an egg.
By V-Ink Stories9 months ago in Fiction
Candy Curse
Easter was always the busiest season for Mathias Grayson, the famed chocolatier of the quaint town of Willowridge. His confections were renowned—velvety truffles, delicate pralines, and his pièce de résistance: intricately molded chocolate Easter eggs filled with hidden surprises. People came from miles around to buy his creations, enchanted by their taste and beauty.
By V-Ink Stories9 months ago in Fiction
