Short Story

The Bag - Confrontation
This microfiction is part of a series. If you would like to read it from the start, please visit The Bag - The Chapters where you can start from the very beginning should you so choose.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
It Turned Out That I Was The Monster
I still remember the day I first saw my mother's face. I was young, only five years old, but the image has been etched in my mind forever. Her once-beautiful face was disfigured, scarred, and twisted. The whispers and stares of others made me feel ashamed to call her my mother. As I grew older, my hatred for her only intensified. Why did she have to be so... ugly?
By Noonaj2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Leaf. AI-Generated.
In the city of Remembrance, where memories were currency, people traded them like coins on the streets. The marketplaces were filled with vendors selling fragments of recollections, each one a piece of someone's past. Amidst the bustling crowds, Kaida wandered, her eyes scanning the stalls for a glimpse of what was left of hers.
By Noonaj2 years ago in Fiction
A Royal Embrace
Once upon a time in the grand kingdom of Elaria, a young prince named Lucian lived in the opulent palace perched high above the village. Known for his kindness and fairness, Prince Lucian often ventured beyond the palace walls, yearning to understand his people better. On one such excursion, fate led him to the village marketplace, where his life would change forever.
By Maribel Golosino2 years ago in Fiction
Boundaries
I called Joe again yesterday while Adam was out with his mates. Joe's girlfriend answered. The prickly way Evie spoke told me she wasn't happy about me calling. I don't care. Adam and I have a son together. (Callum's four.) She can't stop us talking.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Why Cybil Believes in Faeries
Despite being a very precocious little girl full of Magick and having wonderful parents who had taught her that the things she saw and the things she could do were as natural as rain in the summertime, Cybil Kae had one major regret: despite all the Magick in her life, she had never once caught so much as a glimpse of a Faerie. She believed in them with all her heart, and wanted very much to see one, but here she was almost eight and a half years old and still hadn't seen one.
By Kyle Hulbert2 years ago in Fiction
Why Cybil Was Born in February
It was very late at night and Cybil couldn't sleep. Her mind was running around inside her head with all kinds of thoughts, thoughts about everything. This wasn't unusual; her mother said that Cybil took after her father. He almost never slept because he was always thinking about everything, too, and was always busy doing something interesting.
By Kyle Hulbert2 years ago in Fiction
The Solstice Mausoleum: A Perilous Journey to the Other Side
On the longest day of the year, a town revives an ancient solstice ritual and discovers its unexpected powers Solstice Quotes: “Out from behind the darkness viewed, the light again renewed. May strife and worry cease, with warming rays of joy and peace. The dark and cold of winter pressed its snowy blanket down. It stilled the land and bid it rest to dream beneath its frosty gown.”
By K.H. Obergfoll2 years ago in Fiction
The weight of kindness
Maria, a successful businesswoman, was known for her ruthless tactics and lack of empathy. She believed that to get ahead, one had to step on others. One day, on her way to an important meeting, she stumbled upon an old man struggling to carry his groceries. Despite her hurry, she stopped to help him, and they struck up a conversation.
By Meerah2 years ago in Fiction
The Piano
Benton Park, an affluent estate in the middle of sun-drenched Singapore, was a place where everyone wanted to build their dream home. For the Lim family, it was a sign that they had reached the pinnacle of success.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin2 years ago in Fiction
Llion the Brave Version 2. Top Story - June 2024.
Her screams diminished as Llion was dragged away from the cell. The stench in the corridor was less but there was still damp, decay, defecation, death. His feet dragged, like a raggedy puppet, the guard either side of him holding him fast. He could feel their individual fingers digging into his scant flesh, leaving their impression on his bones.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
The Solstice Fire
Introduction This is inspired by a painting by Angie Livingstone, The Glittering Fox. Her Etsy Page and Facebook group are below for you to visit and discover more of her amazing work.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction