Short Story

Emotions at War. Top Story - June 2024.
It was work, but not work. It was Tuesday, but not Tuesday. It was mid-afternoon, but the sun was already down. Everything was uncertain. Everything except her.
By Aythan Maconachie2 years ago in Fiction
The Timekeeper’s Apprentice. AI-Generated.
The vibrant metropolis of New Haven was bathed in an orange glow as the sun descended below the horizon. The clip-clop of horse-drawn carriages boomed through the cobblestone streets, and the smell of freshly baked bread from the local bakeries filled the air. Located in the center of the city, between a charming bookstore and a tall church, was an odd little storefront that advertised itself as "Mr. Thaddeus's Timepieces."
By Bernice2 years ago in Fiction
Rebirth. Content Warning.
The village had been in mourning since the loss of every child in the school bus disaster. Every day every parent woke in tears at their loss.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
Olga's Monologue
I must say dear sir, you arresting me in these old, rusty chains, surrounding me in your metallic vehicle just adds up to the coldness of this winter even more. I cannot deny that I am still in shock of what you did to me days ago, in a sudden action you grounded me against the floors of my own house. Why did you do it exactly? It was made known to me that I have committed treason, but in what ways that I did? My dear country, my Russia is not whom I recognize. What are the city’s new names again? Petrograd or Leningrad? You make too much of a commotion over a city’s name. You know, no matter how many times you changed its name you could always recognize her, my dear Saint Petersburg. How long has it been since it started? It was about five or six years now. The Tsardom was no more, and somehow this strange creature of a man was already in charge. I do not know what he stands for, all I could remember is a poster of him that says “for the people”. That’s what he claims he is for, yet so many people starving and lying on the streets? Everyone that I have known is suddenly disappearing, I never saw them again. The emperor is dead, and so is his family. What is this country I am living in? This is not the same pavements I walk into towards work. These are not the same people I greet daily.
By Roz Julian M. Pescador2 years ago in Fiction
The Longest Day, The Shortest Distance
The worn leather of Ethan's astronomy books sighed as he flipped through them with practiced ease. June 20th. The summer solstice. The longest day of the year, a time for celebration, for picnics under endless sunlight, for chasing fireflies as twilight painted the sky in soft hues. But for Ethan, this year's solstice held a different kind of weight.
By Jheffz A.2 years ago in Fiction
The transformative power of health and fitness
In a bustling city, there lived a passionate fitness instructor named Emily. With her radiant smile and boundless energy, she inspired countless individuals to embark on their health and fitness journeys.
By Olugbenga Oga2 years ago in Fiction
The Recurring Nightmare
The relentless drumming of rain against the windowpane was the first thing that pulled Sarah from her slumber. She groaned, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, and glanced at the bedside clock. 2:37 AM. Another night, another vivid nightmare leaving her heart pounding and her mind reeling.
By olxia10 2 years ago in Fiction
The silent Forest . AI-Generated.
Deep within the heart of Brazil, where the vibrant rhythms of city life fade into the tranquil melodies of nature, lies a hidden sanctuary—a silent forest untouched by the bustling streets and skyscrapers of Rio de Janeiro. This is where our story begins, amid the lush greenery and the symphony of wildlife that thrives beneath the emerald canopy. Ana, a dedicated biologist with a passion for biodiversity, embarked on her weekly expedition into the silent forest. Armed with her trusty field journal and a camera to capture the wonders of the wild, she ventured along narrow trails that meandered through towering trees and dense undergrowth. The air was thick with the earthy fragrance of damp soil and the sweet perfume of tropical blossoms, carried on a gentle breeze that whispered secrets of the forest. As Ana trekked deeper into the heart of the jungle, she marveled at the diversity of life surrounding her. Exotic birds with vivid plumage flitted among the branches, their melodic calls echoing through the verdant maze. Butterflies in hues of azure and gold danced in shafts of sunlight that filtered through the dense foliage, casting fleeting patterns on the forest floor. Suddenly, Ana's keen eyes caught sight of movement—a family of howler monkeys swinging gracefully through the canopy overhead. Their haunting calls reverberated through the trees, announcing their presence in the vast expanse of their leafy kingdom. Ana watched in awe, captivated by the primates' agility and the bonds that held their close-knit family together. Continuing her exploration, Ana stumbled upon a tranquil clearing where a crystal-clear stream meandered lazily through moss-covered rocks. Vibrant orchids adorned the gnarled branches of ancient trees, their delicate blooms a testament to the forest's untamed beauty. Ana took a moment to immerse herself in the serenity of the scene, her heart swelling with gratitude for the opportunity to witness such natural splendor. Further along the trail, Ana discovered a secluded glade carpeted with vibrant ferns and towering palms that swayed gently in the breeze. Here, she encountered a troupe of capybaras—graceful giants of the rodent family—lounging by the water's edge, their sleek fur glistening in the dappled sunlight. Ana observed them quietly, marveling at their peaceful demeanor and the harmony they shared with their verdant surroundings. As the day wore on, Ana found herself drawn deeper into the heart of the silent forest, each step revealing new marvels and reaffirming her commitment to conservation. She paused to photograph rare orchids that bloomed in the shade of towering fig trees, their intricate petals a testament to the forest's delicate balance of life. Ana documented each discovery in her journal, preserving their beauty for future generations to cherish and protect. As the sun began its descent behind the horizon, casting a warm glow over the canopy, Ana reluctantly began her journey back to civilization. The forest seemed to sigh in farewell, its quietude a stark contrast to the cacophony of the city that awaited her return. Ana felt a pang of longing for the serenity she had found among the trees—the peace that came from being surrounded by the unspoiled beauty of the natural world. As she emerged from the silent forest and back into the outskirts of Rio de Janeiro, Ana carried with her a renewed sense of purpose. She knew that her work as a biologist was more than just a profession—it was a calling to protect and preserve the fragile ecosystems that sustained life in Brazil's biodiverse landscapes. With each step, Ana vowed to continue her efforts to raise awareness and advocate for the conservation of the silent forest and its inhabitants, ensuring that future generations could also find solace and inspiration in its timeless embrace.
By Wadz2 years ago in Fiction
Wildlife Conservation in Africa. AI-Generated.
The sun was setting over the savannah, casting a golden glow over the grasslands. Akira, a young Maasai warrior, stood tall, his eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of danger. He was on patrol, tasked with protecting the wildlife that roamed freely in this vast expanse.
By Chris-Alofe Emmanuel2 years ago in Fiction
A Good Baker
In the heart of a quaint town nestled between rolling hills and whispering pines stood a bakery renowned for its extraordinary creations. At its helm was Clara Evans, a woman whose hands possessed a magical touch with dough and flour.
By Abbas2 years ago in Fiction
Swept Away
The howl of the wind is familiar… too familiar. Lexie’s heart quickens as she looks up, watching black clouds roll in. The drastic change in weather whips the air into a frenzy, sending strands of her brown hair into her eyes, blinding her.
By Heather Zieffle 2 years ago in Fiction
Distant shores. Top Story - June 2024.
The entire city felt the heatwave break in the night, as did the birds. The gulls started to pick up despite the hour; closer to morning than evening. Sheets lay unused on the floor, tossed from the bed so as not to touch her skin as it sweltered. Languidly she migrated from the bed to the window, draping herself on the thick ledge and letting the cool air melt over her naked body. A sigh of relief escaped her.
By Skye Moffett2 years ago in Fiction