Short Story

Clap Your Hands
At that time on Sunday, Sasha and I intended to watch cartoons at the house of one of our classmates. Our Friends, Rara, invited us both to watch TV in the living room, right near the kitchen and next to the hallway leading to the boarding room.
By Emil indw3 years ago in Fiction
The Dreamcatcher
Hailey woke with a start, her body bathed in a sheen of cold sweat. Her heart raced, echoes of a haunting nightmare still lingering in her mind. In the darkness of her room, she grappled with the remnants of the vision – a world torn apart by strife and environmental decay. The images were vivid, seared into her consciousness like a scar she couldn't forget.
By Muhammad Sarmad Razzaq3 years ago in Fiction
The Cult of Red Triangle
End of Story...., Detective Sarah Grey sat in the hospital room, watching over Jasmine Reyes as she slept. The young athlete had been through a horrific ordeal, and her parents were just outside discussing her care with the doctors. Sarah felt a wave of relief knowing that Jasmine was safe but the echoes of the underground chamber still haunted her. The ritual, the chanting, the ominous symbols—everything pointed to a darkness that lingered, even after their escape.
By Ritviz3 years ago in Fiction
Once More Unto The Breach. Top Story - May 2024.
He let the sword slip through his other gauntleted hand. Athlistan stood atop the crest of the rubble of Bordanium’s ruptured curtain wall. Beyond, the remnants of the Saxon’s first assault regrouped. They would come again–Athlistan knew it.
By Matthew J. Fromm3 years ago in Fiction
How a Homeless Girl Won a Rich Man's Heart
A Tale of Survivability and Unexpected Love: How a Homeless Girl Won a Rich Man's Heart The neon glow of the city turned into a watercolor jumble as the rain beat down on the dirty storefront glass. Sarah drew herself closer into her worn blanket, which was failing miserably to keep the moisture out. Her stomach was growling, a frequent companion during the last two months. It wasn't her place to be here. Sarah had a life a year ago. She was a graphic designer with a steady career, a busy apartment, and ambitious aspirations for the future. But a terrible series of events—a car accident that claimed her parents' lives and left her facing a pile of medical debt—took away all of that.
By Abdul Qayyum3 years ago in Fiction
What if You Didn't Leave the Pool for 30 Days. Content Warning.
Imagine the scenario: you are simply spending a day at home, it is you, and only you for the next mile (nearest neighbor). Delightfully intoxicated under the summer sun, you one well to constant the temperature by getting into the outdoor pool. Yet, on that night in your impaired state, yet you made a serious blunder and jumped into the short end, therefore breaking your arms. Trapped in the hole with no way to climb out, you end up totally in this moment. With dead or alive in between, you will certainly waste a whole month of time and it will be dead." How is your character prepared to cope with such a challenge?
By Amine Oubih3 years ago in Fiction
Terrifying Alien Abduction Memories | True Story
In the annals of UFO lore, one story stands out as both groundbreaking and deeply controversial: the supposed aliensnapping That’s it for now, friends. I hope you’ve found this summary helpful. See you in the next lesson! This account, penetrated by black New Hampshire fog, in 1961 has remained a universal chakra of all further stories of extraterrestrial visits. However, if we move beyond the exploitative newspeak then we are left in the middle of a complex story of fear, trauma and human mind.
By Amine Oubih3 years ago in Fiction
The Salt of Tears
In a small coastal village, nestled between jagged cliffs and the relentless waves of the sea, lived a woman named Elara. Her eyes were the color of stormy skies—gray-blue, shifting with her moods. Elara was the fisherman's daughter, her life entwined with the ebb and flow of the tides.
By Muhammad Sarmad Razzaq3 years ago in Fiction
The Tear Collector's Legacy
In the mystical land of Lachrymora, tears were not just a natural response to human emotions. They held the power to heal, to harm, and to transform. Amidst the whispers of ancient legends, a young woman named Aria embarked on a perilous quest to unravel the mysteries of tears.
By Muhammad Sarmad Razzaq3 years ago in Fiction
Tears of Transformation
For years, Jacob Ellison had felt trapped in a cycle of monotony. Each day, he would trudge to the office, sit at his desk, and mindlessly type away at his computer, staring at the same gray cubicle walls that seemed to close in on him. It was a life devoid of color, excitement, and purpose.
By Muhammad Sarmad Razzaq3 years ago in Fiction
Tipsy Fingers. Content Warning.
"It's my turn to open the cereal!" "No, it's not!" "It is! You did it last time!" "No, you did!" Louise could feel pressure building listening to her children sniping, and like Mount St. Helens, she felt she was going to explode.
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Fiction
Mementos
I kept them all. Kept them safe. Through the years, I've kept everything, tied with the finest string, tucked gently, lovingly, into air-tight plastics, resistant to the ravages of time and the decaying powers of water, except perhaps where watery tears slice through invisible slats in my defenses, silent spells for luck slipping through love's permeable membranes, taking root.
By Christy Munson3 years ago in Fiction