Short Story

The sun will shine on me. AI-Generated.
### The Sun Will Shine on Me: Embracing Hope and Resilience In the tapestry of human experience, there is an enduring truth that resonates through the ages: after every storm, the sun will shine again. This simple yet profound adage encapsulates the essence of hope and resilience, reminding us that even in our darkest moments, light and warmth are just around the corner.
By Rejoice2 years ago in Fiction
A Dark Truth. Content Warning.
INT/ROOM A man stirs up to the sunlight flooding his room. He stretches and rubs his eyes. Gets his spectacles from the side table. He goes to the window and sees a highway full of jam-packed traffic. Peels himself away from the honking and blaring horns of Mumbai traffic. He tidies up his bed and folds the blanket. He yawns and drags himself to the washroom. Sleepily brushes his teeth, on the verge of falling asleep again. He goes into his small kitchen and makes himself a cup of chai. He sips it slowly while reading a newspaper. Finishes and then he bathes himself with cold water. Opens up his iron cupboard and takes out a well-ironed white shirt and formal black trousers. He fastens the belt around his waist and brushes the dirt off his black leather shoes. He combs his hair with a side partition. He looks at his reflection and smiles at the mirror(finally we get to look at his face). Keshav, a 27-year-old boy with a mustache and brunette hair. He takes his worn-out office bag from the hook. Pops a slice of bread in the toaster. He opens up the freezer and gets the butter. Puts the frozen butter on the bread. And eats it slowly while staring ahead blankly. The fan creaks on the ceiling. He puts the dirty dishes into the sink. Takes out a room freshener and sprays the fridge, the other side of his bed, and the living room. Having completed his last chore, he gets the keys and locks the door.
By Trisha2 years ago in Fiction
Embracing Life’s Uncertainties: A Lesson from a Wise Farmer. Content Warning.
In the peaceful town of Takamaya, Japan, there carried on with a savvy and older rancher. This rancher, known for his quiet disposition and significant experiences, possessed a lovely and solid pony. The pony was not only an animal to him; it was an essential piece of his day to day existence, helping him in cultivating, conveying weighty loads, and driving.
By MD.KAMRUL HOSEN2 years ago in Fiction
Fantastical The Story! Part 5!
Fantastical The Story! Part 5! Time and the Bottle! The bottle whirled and twirled, wooshed and shwished it's way at sea, heere and there, and everywhere, toward a final direction and outcome to which only fate, the waters, it's waves and the glorious expanse of the powers of Love that sit upon their throwns from above, watching down below ever so carefully, taking interest on the message within. The special valve that glass long necked beauty, full of magic, holds the key to, unfolding the magnificent, fantastical story being told!
By Jennifer Cooley2 years ago in Fiction
The True Measure of Wealth: A Lesson from Bill Gates. Content Warning.
In the pantheon of the world's richest people, Bill Doors remains as a noticeable figure. Famous for his mechanical developments and magnanimous undertakings, Doors is much of the time apparent as the encapsulation of monetary achievement. In any case, in a piercing story shared by Entryways himself, he uncovers a significant example about the real essence of abundance that rises above financial wealth.
By MD.KAMRUL HOSEN2 years ago in Fiction
Love with fate part-1. Content Warning.
Chapter 1: Is This Love? Date: 23.05.2021 During the global COVID-19 pandemic, which originated in China, TikTok was banned in India. Galian harbored aspirations of becoming a renowned star, but such dreams were fleeting amidst the chaos. One afternoon, Galian was engrossed in watching Naruto when his grandfather called out to him abruptly. Startled, Galian inquired about the reason for his grandfather's agitation. "Hey, Galian," his grandfather exclaimed, "you have to go to school today." "Why are you shouting, Grandpa?" Galian responded, puzzled. "I informed your mother yesterday, but it seems she forgot," his grandfather explained. Perplexed, Galian questioned the necessity of attending school when online classes were available. "No, you must go for the vaccination camp," his grandfather clarified. Realizing the urgency, Galian rushed to prepare, fretting over the limited time. Upon arriving at the school for vaccination, Galian noticed a girl with long, radiant hair at the gate, her face partly obscured by a mask. Intrigued, he couldn't shake the feeling of familiarity, despite not recalling seeing her before. As he queued for vaccination, he spotted the same girl once more. Puzzled by his inexplicable interest, he brushed it off and returned home, fatigued but unable to shake thoughts of her from his mind. Several months passed, and Galian resumed his routine, anticipating the reopening of schools despite his aversion to them. His school experiences had been marred by bullying, and his academic performance had been mediocre at best. On the first day back, Galian mused about the prospect of a fresh start, hoping to leave past grievances behind. Reconnecting with old friends, he navigated the corridors with a mix of apprehension and determination. In class, Galian reminisced about past conflicts with a former friend, Girish, and attempted to reconnect. Amidst the chatter, he noticed something unexpected—a familiar face from the vaccination camp. Struggling to contain his emotions, Galian grappled with newfound feelings of intrigue and anxiety. Despite his best efforts to focus on the present, thoughts of her consumed his mind. During lunch, Galian seized the opportunity to glimpse her face without a mask, only to discover a change in school lunch timings. Disheartened by his misfortune, he resigned himself to the day's events. On his way home, Galian contemplated the day's events, lamenting his inability to erase a humiliating classroom blunder. Wrestling with self-doubt, he confided in his friend Naman, who offered words of encouragement amidst his own struggles. The following day, Galian embarked on a mission to discover her name, only to face further embarrassment in class. Despite his setbacks, a chance encounter in the music room provided a glimmer of hope, signaling a potential turning point in his journey. As Galian grappled with newfound emotions, uncertainty loomed over his path forward. Yet, amidst the chaos, a spark of optimism ignited—a flicker of hope that perhaps, amidst the trials of adolescence, love awaited. As the chapter drew to a close, Galian reflected on the tumultuous events that had unfolded, finding solace in the rhythm of his own thoughts. With each passing day, the enigma of love beckoned, weaving its tendrils into the fabric of his existence, promising both joy and sorrow in equal measure.
By Gaurang shrimal2 years ago in Fiction
In the A.M.
I wasn't supposed to be up this late, you know. I said I was going to come to bed. I told you I would. I was just going to have a bedtime snack, and then I was going to snuggle in with you. I know we're supposed to go to your mother's in the morning. I'm to wake up early with you, but instead of sleeping soundlessly beside you, or even staying awake and listening to your snores, I am in the other room, in front of the computer, typing away, grateful that you are a heavy sleeper.
By Belle2 years ago in Fiction
The Bag - Reverb
This microfiction is part of a series. In order: The Bag; Jason's Dilemma; The Girl; Jason and the Girl; The Skewered Apple; Girl, Disrupted; Reward; Him; Master of the Games/The Guard; Discovery; Pursuit; Jason Remembers;
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Supernatural Mysteries Unraveled in Willowbrook
Once upon a time, in the quaint town of Willowbrook, there were rumors of strange occurrences. Lights flickered without cause, eerie whispers echoed through empty streets at night, and shadows seemed to dance in the moonlight. But amidst the mystery, a group of teenagers—Emma, Alex, Maya, and Liam—decided to unravel the secrets lurking in their town.
By James Fareke2 years ago in Fiction
THE ENCHANTED GARDEN
In a quaint village nestled between rolling hills and dense forests, there was a place of wonder that few knew existed. This place was called the Enchanted Garden. Tucked behind an ancient stone wall covered in ivy, the garden was a realm where time seemed to stand still and magic lingered in every corner.
By Sylvanus Clement2 years ago in Fiction
The Birds Aren’t Real
I’ve had the same dream for three weeks: It’s a bright Spring day in Buffalo, Wyoming and I walk along the Clear Creek Trail. The air is clean and clear, and the trees rustle in a light breeze. The creek shooshes to my left as I head West. I feel calm and at peace in the yellow-green light of spring. The sounds of birds overcome the dull rush of distant cars, then my attention is drawn to a bird on a limb. A robin. I stop and look, admiring the creature. It looks at me, adjusting its focus to a side-eyed tilt, then its eye opens like a camera aperture.
By Judah LoVato2 years ago in Fiction
### Counterfeit Pulse
Within the year 2047, AI caretakers had ended up in a common location in retirement homes. These advanced robots were outlined to help the elderly with their everyday needs, advertising companionship and care in an age where human consideration was a rare product. One such AI, assigned AID-274 but lovingly called Aiden by the inhabitants, was positioned at Meadowbrook Retirement Domestic.
By Abdul Qayyum2 years ago in Fiction