Short Story

Gnoric: Island of Gnomes
In days long since past the greatest gnome to ever live, Gnoric, found an island and declared it a gnomish haven for them to come and practice their tinkering skills. In the years after Gnoric’s disappearance the gnomes came to call the island after the one who found it, Gnoric Island. The island was small, only taking a day to travel all the way around the outside edge. In the center of the island was a dormant volcano that the gnomes carved into creating their home city. They named the volcano Mount Gnoric, also after the finder of the island. The gnomes had no worries about the volcano they called home, because Gnoric froze the core with his ring of power before leaving the world.
By Trebet3 years ago in Fiction
And the Sun Came Up Tremendous. Top Story - May 2024. Content Warning.
In memory of the 12 girls who were among the first victims of the atomic age. The screen on Mara's smartphone screamed beams of blue light into her eyes as she doom scrolled through social media. It was 4:13am, and she was still laying on her side in her bed unable to let go of the news headlines whipping past.
By Amanda Starks3 years ago in Fiction
A Minute's Difference. Top Story - May 2024.
It was a Tuesday, 2:58...59 in the afternoon. My friend Andy was white-knuckled gripping the edge of his school desk, staring desperately at the second hand of the clock slooowly circling round, while our teacher droned on and on. A girl behind me cracked her gum. Another classmate was fervently scribbling notes. I was trying to look just awake enough not to get called on. Wrapped in my grey hoodie, eyes drooping behind uncut bangs, head leaning on folded arms, I appeared the cliche of a bored teenage boy, on the verge of daydreaming his way into a more exciting life.
By Ellen Stedfeld3 years ago in Fiction
A Minute is all it took
A Minute is all it took, one rainy night, to change everything. Our lives are measured by the construct of time, some say we’re ruled by it.
By Lisbeth Stewart3 years ago in Fiction
Unsubscribe here
The cursor hesitates uncertainly as it hovers over the "unsubscribe here" link. This email appears similar to countless others with an unsubscribe option. However, for her, it signifies more than just ending a subscription. It symbolizes the beginning of something new, with no intention of turning back. Her gaze shifts to the sender.
By Jess S3 years ago in Fiction
Yuen Long MTR station, on the Tuen Mun/Wu Kai Sha line, at 08:32am
He caught a glimpse of his face reflected in the train station's platform glass barriers. The skin under his eyes were red. His eyes were tired. His hair, again, a mess. But this was Hong Kong, not a single person around him would care to notice. They had all been in his situation before. They had all appreciated being ignored in their own similar moments. He looked up at the arrival board. Just under a minute until his train arrived. Just three stops until Mei Foo, then it was time for another day.
By Some Guy3 years ago in Fiction
Island Encounter
Riley was home alone now. Her husband had died less than a month ago in an awful accident while they were vacationing in Galveston. That might have seemed strange as a travel destination to many people, but the couple actually owned an island off the coast of Maine, purchased by James a couple of years before they met.
By C. L. Nichols3 years ago in Fiction
The Last Lap. Content Warning.
Gabe reached for the bottle of whisky shaking and batting away a small army of flies. A cold clammy sweat coated him. He smelled of urine and feces. He took a long chug then swapped the bottle for the headset on the coffee table in front of him.
By Kenneth cruz3 years ago in Fiction
The Tale of the Red Rose Petal
In the vibrant souk of Marrakech, where the scent of spices and tea filled the air, a young woman named Aisha waited anxiously for her lover, Khalid. The crimson hibiscus flowers adorning her dark hair seemed to match the flush on her cheeks as she peeked out from behind the intricately carved wooden shutters of her family's riad. Her heart raced with anticipation, for tonight was the night they would finally be reunited.
By Muhammad Sarmad Razzaq3 years ago in Fiction
The Lost Emojis of Elyria
In the ravaged streets of Elyria, a metropolis once pulsing with vibrant emotions, the ruling Council of Unity had decreed that each citizen was allotted a single, sacred emoji to convey their feelings. The populace had grown numb, their faces a mask of indifference, as if the absence of emotional expression would guarantee a utopia of order and control.
By Muhammad Sarmad Razzaq3 years ago in Fiction
A Countryside Story
The countryside beckoned with its symphony of rustling leaves and the promise of untold mysteries. It was a place where time seemed to slow down, allowing the senses to awaken to the subtle whispers of nature. For Jonathan, escaping the hustle of city life was not just a luxury but a necessity. He craved the simplicity of open fields, the soothing melody of flowing rivers, and the thrill of unexpected encounters.
By Jonathan Strydes3 years ago in Fiction
The Lost Prince of Persia
In the opulent heart of ancient Persia, where towering minarets pierced the desert sky and the scent of exotic spices lingered in the air, a kingdom once thrived – a realm of untold riches and intrigue. It was here that Prince Kaveh, heir to the mighty throne, found himself caught in the treacherous web of palace politics.
By Muhammad Sarmad Razzaq3 years ago in Fiction