Short Story

Sea of Blood. Content Warning.
Blushing, he drew back. He wanted her, (ohsomuch!) the softness of her was impossible. Always the same dance: swaying closer to the boundary, sliding a toe over, pulling back. One day I'll go too far. We won't be able to stop.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
ME
Full bright moon, half dream Full red sun, half beam I remember all, still forgotten Completely incomplete,in star scheme.
By Seemab Gul 2 years ago in Fiction
The Boys Season 4 Episode 1
Season 4 of The Boys opens with Victoria Neuman taking the stage to thunderous cheers. Kimiko is a waitress there and is present during her big speech. The team crashes the party with The Boys. Butcher's out back, spitting his guts out, though. Naturally, it's a side effect of being on Temp V, but it also serves as a reminder that he is also living on borrowed time. Because he is supposed to cover their exit rather than participate in the plan, the other team members are leery of him.
By DEVASENAN SUBRAMANI2 years ago in Fiction
The Mayor and The First Payment
A year ago, John Jones was a dying man. His doctors had told him he had months, maybe a year, if he was lucky. He'd spent his waking hours looking for a solution until he finally stumbled upon the legend of Wentworth Cemetery.
By Jason Morton2 years ago in Fiction
THE SPRIG AND PEBBLE
“Riley Oakwood.” Cara Quinn smiles at her old friend stepping off the bus. “Can I get your autograph?” Cara teases. “Pretty sure that would devalue the paper,” Riley jokes before the two hug in greeting.
By Aaron Morrison2 years ago in Fiction
Magic word
A little old man with a long gray beard was sitting on a bench and drawing something on the sand with an umbrella. "Move over," Tom said to him and sat down on the edge.The old man moved forward and, looking at the red, angry face of the boy, said:"Has something happened to you?"
By zenGaze2 years ago in Fiction
Whimsy and Wonders
Once upon a time in a quaint village nestled between rolling hills and babbling brooks, there lived a peculiar fellow named Barnaby. Barnaby wasn't your average villager. No, he had a knack for inventing things that were both utterly useless and uproariously funny.
By Gobika Senthilkumar2 years ago in Fiction
I keep having a nightmare where I’m murdering someone with a rock…. Content Warning.
Sweat drips from my brow with a steady trickle. My muscles ache and tense, like boulders trying to protrude from my skin. I claw at the large rock trying to get a good grip. Its rough and uneven surface is hard to grab, but I tense my finger and painfully dig my fingernails in its rough stone, like an animal clawing at the ground trying to stay put.
By Kenneth cruz2 years ago in Fiction
The Whisper of the Shadow
Ayesha Kumalo awoke with a start, the echo of a distant whisper still resonating in her ears. She sat up in bed, her heart pounding, her skin covered in sweat. The room was dark, the only light coming from the faint glow of the moon filtering through the curtains. She glanced at the clock—3:33 AM. Again.
By Stephane Kouame (Sirkwame)2 years ago in Fiction
The Healing Journey of Mr. Dunham: The Transformative Power of Therapy
Every night, the patient finds themselves in an eerily familiar forest, dense with towering, ancient trees that seem to whisper secrets through their rustling leaves. The air is thick with mist, cool and damp, carrying the earthy scent of moss and decaying leaves. The pale moonlight filters through the branches, casting ghostly shadows that dance and shift on the forest floor.
By John Ledford2 years ago in Fiction
Conversion. Top Story - June 2024.
It does not rain much in the Arizona desert. But when it does, the waters come hard and fast. Ancestral dry river beds scoured by flash floods bear witness to their force. A man caught between steep, rocky banks can drown on a cloudless sunny day, swept away by water racing across the desert, shed by thunderstorms rumbling beyond the horizon.
By Pitt Griffin2 years ago in Fiction
THE INHERITANCE - part twenty-five
THE INHERITANCE – part twenty-five ……… Welcome home ++++++++++ “Mo abhaile, please unlock the door.” And the lock clicked open.
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Fiction