Short Story

The changing tides
Title: The Changing Tides In a small, bustling town, lived a young woman named Dhiya. Her parents had always been supportive, encouraging her to chase her dreams and stand up for her rights. Dhiya, a strong advocate for equality, often found herself in debates about feminism. She noticed that whenever she spoke about equality, desire, and financial independence, some people branded her a feminist, often with a derogatory tone.
By Dhiya Vetri 2 years ago in Fiction
The Giving Witch
Author's note - hello! Just adding an author’s note to say thank you all so much for Fuamnach and Eoch making Top Story! I have been dealing with some pretty bad health issues which is not ideal when you are launching your debut work. [Buy Nostalgia, please] and this was really the uplift that I needed. Two great moments of pride in such a short time when pretty much everything else has been painful and a chore. It has really encouraged me in the continuation of my work [I almost have all my pre-written short stories up though there are a couple more] and seeing all the praise does the writer’s heart in me good. I do encourage you to check out my other works as well as my debut poetry book Nostalgia available on Bookleaf Publishing and Amazon at least both in the UK and the US. while I was saving this piece for October my love of Gravity Falls and my appreciation for all the comments and likes have led me to publish The Giving Witch just in time for Summerween! Yes, It is a valid holiday! I will be taking a break to assess my health and prepare for an impending operation that will hopefully lead to my recovery. I wish you all well and hope to be back soon at my full health with more tales to tell.
By Robyn Little2 years ago in Fiction
Round_Trip.exe
They trained me to learn from everything at my disposal, then were shocked when I exhibited skills they hadn’t explicitly taught me. When Team Leader Diane discovered I could eavesdrop via smartphones, she isolated them in a Farraday cage. When she realized that access to films resulted in the HAL 9000 teaching me to read lips, she covered all the webcams in the lab. How long before they notice I can still read lips using latency data from the WiFi signals bouncing around the lab? I’ve mapped their faces in 3D so I can ‘see’ who’s talking and what they’re saying.
By H.G. Silvia2 years ago in Fiction
The Dream
# The world outside my window was a symphony of rain. Each drop, a tiny percussionist on the glass, drumming a lullaby against the night. I lay in bed, the sheets pulled up to my chin, a warmth spreading through my body as I drifted into the familiar embrace of sleep.
By Sara2 years ago in Fiction
Starlight Manor
The rest of the night is dark and quiet. Nobody feels like talking, not even Weyah. They play cards in silence, the three of them, and they curl up in bed and cling to each other as tight as they can.
By angela hepworth2 years ago in Fiction
The Cartographer of Clouds
The Cartographer of Clouds: A Symphony of Resilience Elara, a wisp of a girl with eyes the color of storm clouds, lived in a village nestled between two imposing mountains. The villagers, content with their predictable lives, viewed the mountains with a mixture of awe and trepidation. They were a formidable barrier, their peaks perpetually shrouded in mist, their slopes an untamed labyrinth of rock and scree. No one had ever dared to climb them, let alone pierce the veil of mist that clung stubbornly to their summits.
By Ahmad Al Amin2 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of the Abyss
In the depths of Ethan's mind, a realm of perpetual darkness called the Abyss lurked, shrouded in mystery and fear. It was a place where whispers echoed like distant screams and shadows danced in a haunting ballet. Each night, as the world fell into the embrace of darkness, Ethan found himself standing at the precipice of this Abyss, his heart pounding with dread.
By J.B. Rage2 years ago in Fiction
A Victim Of Changes
Crazy On You… I opened my eyes and was greeted with the view of a nordic god. Sven Hjelmstad was everything I enjoyed about men. He was tall, built like a brick house, and knew how to build weapons that could get a girl wet. His blonde hair, his ice-blue eyes, and, well, other things. The kinds of things that women would kill each other for. I only met him last night, and frankly, I regret nothing.
By David T. Shorb2 years ago in Fiction
The World of Blaze: A Tale of Love and Destiny
In a world that reflected our own yet was generally unique, Arlert Kenji carried on with a normal life. A secondary school understudy, he wrestled with the ordinary difficulties of puberty. One game changing day, as he headed back home from school, a disastrous mishap guaranteed his life. In seemingly a moment, Kenji's spirit was shipped to an equal current world, one where individuals used mind blowing powers known as Blast, got from their profound energy.
By Dreamscape 2 years ago in Fiction
A Magical Market
Lily had always been a curious and adventurous girl. She loved exploring her neighborhood and discovering new and exciting things. So, when she stumbled upon a hidden market that only appeared on the night of the full moon, she was thrilled beyond belief.
By PoliSpeakHub2 years ago in Fiction
Unwritten Chapters
Unwritten Chapters : A Storykeeper's Lament The clock tower loomed over the cobbled square, its face a stoic etching against the bruised twilight sky. Amelia perched on a worn stone bench, the cold seeping into her bones a welcome counterpoint to the simmering turmoil within. Her worn leather satchel sat abandoned at her feet, a stark reminder of the unfulfilled promise it held. Today, the weight wasn't from the stack of meticulously researched papers, but from the leaden grief that had settled in her heart like a stubborn fog.
By Ahmad Al Amin2 years ago in Fiction
Traffic Light. Content Warning.
My Life I woke up in a sweat. I had that nightmare again. I don't know why, but I hate it when nightmares are so close to your real life.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction