Short Story

Been There Before . Content Warning.
Content warning: Mention of the murder of multiple victims with considerable blood present. Been There Before D. A. Ratliff
By D. A. Ratliff3 years ago in Fiction
A Spider in the Bath
For an arachnophobe like me, there are few things more disturbing than a spider in your bath. Since I moved in, I've not seen a single spider. I thought the conkers and peppermint oil were working to keep them out.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
Just Dance for the Booze Spirits
Izidora, Izidora Nemoj sada da me malo Nemoj sada da me puno Fast-paced brass and vocal music boomed out of the living room speakers at Vineet's sprawling, high-ceilinged house all the way out in far-flung Rafahfeld. Two bespectacled guests were kicking, hopping, and waving their arms about in a coordinated effort to match the mustached sprite on the big screen TV. Beyond the circle of onlookers, there was a cider keg next to the dining table and an indoor basketball hoop arcade game halfway to the front entrance. It was another Saturday game night, and a dozen of the attendees had just finished the latest round of the scintillating board game Poetry with Neanderthals.
By James Bao3 years ago in Fiction
Whispers of Destiny
In the heart of the whispering forest, where shadows danced to the tune of ancient secrets, four friends found themselves drawn by a melody that seemed to ripple through the very air they breathed.
By Muhammad Sarmad Razzaq3 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of Eternity
In the bustling metropolis of Chronopolis, where time flowed like a river of gold, every tick of the clock held the weight of a thousand destinies. Here, amidst the gleaming spires and bustling streets, stood the beacon of human ingenuity - the Time Capsule.
By Muhammad Sarmad Razzaq3 years ago in Fiction
The Evolution of Family: From Youthful Freedom to Middle-Aged Realization
Family: The Center of Our Lives As people grow older, they often shift their focus from the world around them to the importance of family. Middle age creeps up quickly, bringing with it white hairs and a deep realization that family is everything.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing3 years ago in Fiction
Lost Love, Unrequited Affection
Once upon a time, there was a love so deep and profound that it seemed unbreakable. A person, full of affection and hope, poured their heart out to someone they cared for deeply. But alas, their love went unnoticed and uncherished. It was as if their feelings were invisible.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing3 years ago in Fiction
Hard to Find the Right Person?
Finding the right person can be a challenging journey, akin to searching for the perfect pair of shoes. It’s not solely about appearances but more about whether you both fit well together and treat each other right. Just as an ill-fitting shoe can become uncomfortable over time, so too can a wrong relationship.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing3 years ago in Fiction
Unconventional Love
There exists a unique form of love, one that endures for a lifetime even when becoming a spouse is not possible. This profound and caring love transcends the boundaries of a husband and wife relationship, offering something even more exceptional.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing3 years ago in Fiction
Amir's State
It was quite a beautiful day. You glimpse at it twice, and it is an essence of reflections of everything around you. In other words, a day is worth reviewing and remembering. With all the reflections around me, the sun could only do better by grasping itself upon my body from multiple different directions. The heat immersed me with calmness. Barely any sweat derives from my body.
By M3 years ago in Fiction
A False Start
"A False Start" A Short StoryBy Brian Salkowski The rain didn't just pelt the windowpane of Lexi's apartment; it echoed the relentless, gnawing fear that had crept into her life since John's arrival. Once, this apartment had been her haven, a reflection of her carefully controlled existence. Now, the shadows seemed longer, the silence laced with whispers of his honeyed promises. The meticulously curated artwork, the muted rugs, the designer furniture – everything seemed infused with the taint of his presence.
By Brian 3 years ago in Fiction
The Robbery
How long have I been watching without him? Decades. The world is cold. My world is cold. I watched often and spoke rarely. The world was large from my perspective, at the heels of your feet. It was pretty too with its big blue skies and sunny days. I saw more of the sun than you did, didn't I? The sun and the moon. Bright and brighter.
By Silver Daux3 years ago in Fiction