Short Story

In the Odyssey of Minds, dreaming
In the Odyssey of Minds, dreaming With a faint glimmer in the moonlight, Lila held onto the faded leather journal that read "Dreamscape Odyssey." The dreamscape was strange and packed with unsettling expectation this evening. Entering her bedroom, she saw that she was no longer in the familiar corridor but rather wandering along a cobblestone path that wound through a forest shrouded in mist.
By Abdul Qayyum3 years ago in Fiction
Foggy Half- Real Hellscape
The mist curled around my paws. I listened to her footsteps. Bless her pink nighty, she thinks she's soft-footed. She thinks I don't know she's following.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
Fed-up. Content Warning.
Argh! It’s beyond irritating that our mother buys us the same things, like clothes, makeup, and perfume. But to top it off, she has to mimic everything I do. It's like living in a constant echo chamber.
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Fiction
The Melody Of Love. Content Warning.
In the quaint town of Willow Creek, where the sun dipped into the horizon and painted the sky with hues of crimson and gold, a young woman named Sophia lived a life filled with music and wonder. Her voice was a symphony of emotions, a gentle breeze that soothed the soul, and a melody that captured the hearts of all who listened. Sophia's dream was to share her gift with the world, to be a beacon of hope and love through her songs. One fateful evening, as the stars began to twinkle in the night sky, Sophia's path crossed with a stranger who would forever change the rhythm of her life. His name was Alexander, a man with piercing blue eyes and a heart full of passion. A chance encounter at the local bookstore, where Sophia's fingers danced across the piano keys, drew Alexander in like a magnet. Entranced by her music, he listened, mesmerized, as the notes seemed to speak directly to his soul. As the night unfolded, Sophia and Alexander found themselves lost in conversation, their words flowing like a gentle stream. They discovered shared dreams, a love for literature, and a passion for life. The connection was palpable, a spark that ignited a flame of curiosity and desire. As the clock struck midnight, Alexander knew he had to see Sophia again, to hear her voice, and to bask in the warmth of her presence. Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, as Sophia and Alexander's love blossomed like a rose in spring. They strolled through the town's cobblestone streets, hand in hand, their laughter echoing off the buildings. They danced under the stars, their footsteps moving in perfect harmony, as if the universe had choreographed their love story. Sophia's music became the soundtrack to their love, a symphony of emotions that Alexander couldn't get enough of. He was her muse, her inspiration, and her biggest fan. Together, they wrote songs that spoke of hope, of love, and of the beauty in the world. Their melodies filled the air, a sweet serenade that brought joy to all who listened. As the seasons changed, Sophia and Alexander's love continued to grow, a flame that burned brighter with each passing day. They spoke of forever, of building a life filled with music, laughter, and adventure. They dreamed of traveling the world, of sharing their love with others, and of leaving a legacy that would inspire generations to come. One day, Alexander took Sophia to the same bookstore where they first met. He led her to the piano, got down on one knee, and pulled out a small box. The room fell silent, as if the world was holding its breath. Sophia's heart raced, her soul singing with anticipation. "My love, my melody, my everything," Alexander whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. "Will you marry me?" Tears of joy streaming down her face, Sophia nodded, her voice barely audible. "Yes, my love, my harmony, my forever." As they embraced, the room erupted in applause, the sound of cheers and whistles filling the air. The music of their love had brought the world together, a symphony of joy that would echo through eternity. And so, Sophia and Alexander's love story became a legend, a tale of two souls who found each other in the most unexpected way. Their music continued to inspire, a reminder that love can conquer all, and that the melody of two hearts beating as one can create a symphony that touches the stars. In the end, Sophia's dream had come true – she had shared her gift with the world, and in doing so, had found her soulmate, her partner in harmony, and her forever love. The music of their love would live on, a sweet serenade that would fill the hearts of all who listened, a reminder that true love can create a melody that echoes through eternity.
By Mahad Salam Ansari3 years ago in Fiction
Love in Your Trouser pocket
Once upon a time, in a bustling city where time was as valuable as gold and smartphones were practically glued to everyone's hands, there lived a guy named Alex. Now, Alex wasn't your typical Romeo, but he had a secret weapon: his trouser pocket. Yes, you heard it right, love in his trouser pocket.
By Jackmiko993 years ago in Fiction
Friendship Forever
Once upon a time, in a small town nestled between rolling hills and babbling brooks, there were two inseparable friends named Lily and Jack. They were like two peas in a pod, always together, always causing mischief, and always sharing laughter.
By Wisnu Trilung Waluyo Jati3 years ago in Fiction
Lessons Learned: A Teenage Escapade That Changed Everything
In the bustling world of teenage revelry, there lived a young lad named Mark, a connoisseur of mischief and merrymaking. Mark's high school days were punctuated with anticipation for the term breaks, those precious windows of freedom when textbooks took a backseat and partying took the center stage. Oh, how Mark and his friends savored those moments, concocting plans for each weekend like master alchemists of fun.
By Jonathan Strydes3 years ago in Fiction
The Last Leaf of Motivation
In the heart of the Whispering Woods, where the ancient trees whispered secrets to the wind, there lived a young girl named Luna. She was a peculiar child, with hair as wild as the forest and eyes that shone like the morning dew. Luna lived in a world where motivation was a tangible force, a delicate leaf that grew on the Tree of Dreams. The villagers believed that as long as the leaf remained, hopes and aspirations would flourish.
By Muhammad Sarmad Razzaq3 years ago in Fiction
Young Adult (YA), Middle Grade (MG) and Children's Books by Filipino American Authors
Filipino American authors make significant contributions to the rich fabric of literature by incorporating a variety of viewpoints and cultural subtleties into their works. Here, we highlight four gifted writers along with their gripping Filipino middle grade book, Young adult and children's books.
By Berliza Palmes3 years ago in Fiction
The Many Sins of Cayce Casino
Cayce Casino opens his journal to yesterday's date only to discover that he had accidentally taken Tylenol not long after drinking some refrigerated red wine. This never happened to him before; he was sure of it. But why was he becoming so forgetful all of a sudden? What was happening to him?
By ANTICHRIST SUPERSTAR3 years ago in Fiction
Teach Us to Number Our Days. Runner-Up in Just a Minute Challenge.
The young man paused and glanced at his watch as he entered the terminal, 16:59. His face was writ with distress. He looked to the girl at his side. Her flowery dress seemed to conflict with the whole of the chaotic grey of the terminal. He gripped her hand as their eyes met and a slight smile formed across his face, then quickly faded, and something between pain and sorrow replaced it. The girl’s deep blue eyes were red and watery shining against her olive complexion and short dark hair.
By AJ Coyne3 years ago in Fiction
A Minute Is All It Takes. Runner-Up in Just a Minute Challenge.
I see the car coming in my peripheral vision. They're going too fast, blowing right through the stop sign. I throw out my arm to shield my wife. I know it won't change anything; it's instinct. I hear brakes squeal, too little, too late.
By Catsidhe3 years ago in Fiction