Short Story

Raider's Grove: Crime Thriller. Content Warning.
CHAPTER ONE 4:15 PM. Friday afternoon, another day in dreary Chicago. The streets are flooded with taxi-cabbies and agitated locals. One by one, they scurry about to their homes and offices all while trying to avoid the dreadful weather. The police station is the busiest it’s ever been; the perks are pouring in like rats and calls are blasting the switchboard.
By Lisa Frederick2 years ago in Fiction
Bird Envy
Well, birdbrain, how are you going to get out of this one? You are a thousand feet in the air, dangling from a piece of cloth and a few cables, with a motor that is about to run out of gas. My landing options are ditching in the roiling surf directly below me, or attempting to glide into the nearby tree-covered mountains. Either option will cause me a great deal of pain, if I’m lucky, or death if I’m not.
By Mark Gagnon2 years ago in Fiction
Always Be Polite to Wait Staff
He stalks amongst the elegantly dressed tables like a starched jaguar, his eyes like knives and his footsteps muffled by the luxuriously thick carpet. Not a hair out of place, his bowtie just so. Do you know how difficult (impossible) it is to tie a bowtie perfectly?
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
The Secret Keys
The deadly inferno tore through the house as though it were only made of matches and gasoline; its bright orange glow lit up the street in the dead of night and brought all the neighbors out of their own houses in pure shock. A whole home and lifetime of memories were now gone. Sure, the people who once lived there luckily made it out unscathed—even their beloved dog Bella and cat Gerald managed to escape—but everything they once knew was destroyed.
By Jackie Barrows2 years ago in Fiction
Courage to love
Every night, the old woman sits on the dark porch. On cold nights and warm ones, it doesn't matter. She sits there religiously, staring into the darkness.
By G. A. Botero2 years ago in Fiction
Voices (Part Two)
You can read Voices Part One here: Click Here ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️ I woke up at sundown, I was a black cat mysteriously walking under ladders. When I came across to the other side, I tiptoed up on 13 mirrors, each one broke and shattered into a thousand shiny pieces.I was struggling, twisting and turning in my bed. Someone was trying to suffocate me. The lights went dark, and an umbrella opened above me.I heard a siren far away. It became louder and louder as if it were right here next to me. It was so close. It shook and rattled me, and startled me out of my sleep.
By Rick Henry Christopher 2 years ago in Fiction
Black Marks
Cities never sleep. Not really. Even in the dead of night, parts of them are still fitful and awake. Junkies prowl the back alleys, looking for a score, or a mark. Red light clubs run like bad dreams, their flashing lights and pulsing sound systems melting everything into surreal nightmares. 24-hour grease spots waft their smoke into the air, and the trains run, and run, and run. Cities are predators, and like all the most dangerous creatures, even when they look like they’re sleeping, all it takes is one wrong move for them to eat you alive.
By Neal Litherland2 years ago in Fiction
a boss pretends to be broke to test his friend
On that day, a rich boss named Wang. He finds out that his school friend has applied for a job at his company. His name was Feng Chun, he was Wang's friend when he was in middle school, they weren't very close but Wang intended to accept him and was placed as a manager in the company's branch. So assistant Wang disagreed and proposed to his boss to test his friend's true character. namely by pretending to be bankrupt and poor.
By Randi Hidayat2 years ago in Fiction
Eyes. Content Warning.
Officer Blake's eyes narrowed as he stared at the young man he was questioning, a look of disbelief already etched on his face. Danny Mortan's tale was so outlandish that it seemed impossible to be true. Uncertain if he had heard correctly, he asked Danny to repeat himself.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Fiction
Starlight Manor. Top Story - May 2024.
“First things first,” the white-haired boy commands over his shoulder. His voice is imperious as always, firm with a jurisdiction well beyond his mere fourteen years. “Don’t ask questions.”
By angela hepworth2 years ago in Fiction
Cold and Salted
The woman looked through the glass at the man in the water. She blinked slowly. There was something cold and dispassionate about her eyes, like a reptile, or a fish. She might as well have been watching seaweed float.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
A Walk in a Garden
All around the world there are small gardens. All are very different. They have different layouts, with a variety of shapes, flowers, and grasses. All have at least three things in common. They are small, with a small gate. This is to limit the amount of visitors coming and going, for these gardens are very popular attractions for a variety of people, pets, and other obscurities. The gardens also contain two other things. Two decorations, a glass ball upon a pillar and a stone statue.
By Jane Lopoched2 years ago in Fiction