Short Story

Whispers of the Grove: A Journey into Enchantment
In the heart of an ancient forest, where sunlight danced through the canopy and the earth thrummed with the pulse of nature, there stood a grove unlike any other. This was the Whispering Grove, where the trees seemed to speak in hushed tones and the very air hummed with magic.
By Muhammad Sarmad Razzaq3 years ago in Fiction
How Many Times Can a Person Be Given a Chance.... Content Warning.
How many times can a person be given a chance? How many times can a person be given a chance. The answer to this question is once. The first time he makes a mistake; He should be given a chance to correct it.
By SHOZIB RAIHAN3 years ago in Fiction
Love in the Heart of Yogyakarta: A Romantic Journey
Alright, get ready for a story that's as enchanting as the Sultan's Palace and as vibrant as Malioboro Street. We're diving into the romance of the city of Yogyakarta, where every corner holds a tale of love waiting to be told.
By Wisnu Trilung Waluyo Jati3 years ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker's Legacy: A Tale of Time and Triumph
In the heart of a bustling city, where the streets hummed with the melodies of life and skyscrapers reached for the sky, there stood a quaint little shop known as "The Clockmaker's Haven." Nestled on a narrow cobblestone road, its windows showcased a variety of finely engraved watches, all of which elegantly and precisely marked the passing of time.
By Muhammad Sarmad Razzaq3 years ago in Fiction
Red-Haired Princess
When I was little, my hair was always short. Because of my mom's busy schedule and my mischief, whenever my hair grew long enough to touch my shoulders, she would cut it short in a snap. Yet, I wished I could have long hair like the other cute girls. Due to my short hair, when I went to the grocery store, old ladies would call me "son," and women wouldn't let me sit next to them on buses. It hurt me a lot.
By Yasemin Yiğit Kuru3 years ago in Fiction
Sunset Serenade: A Love Story Painted in Golden Hues
Alright, grab your favorite blanket and get cozy because I've got a story that's as heartwarming as a sunset and as sweet as falling in love. We're diving into a world where every sunset is a masterpiece and every moment is filled with love.
By Wisnu Trilung Waluyo Jati3 years ago in Fiction
Humanising him
She sits alone, chin nestled on steepled hands, staring at a wall full of posters that need to come down with the end of the semester, awaiting the knock.
By Joe O’Connor3 years ago in Fiction
The countdown. Content Warning.
Tick, tick, tick. The digital clock on the bomb read 00:60, counting down mercilessly. Jack stared at it, his heart pounding like a sledgehammer against his ribs. Sweat trickled down his forehead, mixing with the dust of the dimly lit room. He had sixty seconds. Sixty seconds to defuse the bomb and save everyone in the crowded subway station above. Sixty seconds to wrestle with his fear and doubt, to channel his training into swift action. With trembling hands, Jack reached for the wire cutters. His mind raced through the steps, the diagrams he had studied countless times. Red wire or blue wire? Which one would stop the countdown? He hesitated, his fingers hovering over the tangled mess of wires. His mind was a blur, his thoughts clashing like cymbals in a storm. He closed his eyes, blocking out the panic threatening to consume him. "Focus, Jack," he whispered to himself. "You can do this." Taking a deep breath, Jack made his choice. Red wire. He snipped it with precision, his heart pounding in his ears. For a split second, nothing happened. Then, the digital display flickered, the countdown freezing at 00:45. Relief washed over Jack like a tidal wave. But there was no time to celebrate. He still had to disarm the rest of the bomb before it was too late. He turned his attention back to the maze of wires, his hands steady now with newfound resolve. Sweat dripped onto the floor as he worked frantically, each second ticking by like a drumbeat in his head. Thirty seconds left. He cut another wire, then another, the countdown pausing with each snip. The bomb seemed to taunt him, its metallic casing gleaming in the dim light. Fifteen seconds. Jack's heart raced as he approached the final wire. His hands trembled with anticipation, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Ten seconds. He closed his eyes, blocking out the chaos around him. In that moment, there was only him and the bomb, locked in a deadly dance of life and death. Five seconds. With a final, desperate lunge, Jack cut the last wire. The bomb went silent, its digital display blinking out of existence. Zero. For a moment, there was only silence. Then, a roar of triumph erupted from the onlookers, their cheers echoing off the walls of the subway station. Jack slumped to the ground, his body trembling with exhaustion. He had done it. He had saved them all. As paramedics rushed to his side, Jack allowed himself a moment of relief. But even as he basked in the warmth of their gratitude, he knew that his work was far from over. There would always be another bomb, another crisis waiting just around the corner. But as long as there were people in need, Jack would be there to answer the call. For in that fleeting moment of chaos and fear, he had found his purpose. And nothing would ever take that away.
By Anna 3 years ago in Fiction
Three words, one lifetime. . Runner-Up in Just a Minute Challenge.
Every moment ticked by slower than usual, or at least it felt like time was moving like molasses. She always noticed that time really did seem to move faster when you were having fun. Perhaps it was the art of distraction that made time slip through her fingers. Waiting only made time seem as though it were stuck in in quicksand with no help. She fiddled with one of her stim keychains, lightly pressing buttons to try and fill the time and ease her mind.
By Josey Pickering3 years ago in Fiction
Sweet Moments: A Cotton Candy Tale
Alright, buckle up for a story that's as sweet as a spun sugar cloud and as fluffy as, well, cotton candy. We're diving into a world where every bite is a burst of joy and every moment is filled with sugary goodness.
By Wisnu Trilung Waluyo Jati3 years ago in Fiction
Coffee and You: A Tale of Brewed Romance
Alright, get ready for a story that's as cozy as your favorite coffee shop and as heartwarming as your go-to latte. We're diving into the world of "Coffee and You," where every sip is a little taste of magic and every moment is filled with warmth and love.
By Wisnu Trilung Waluyo Jati3 years ago in Fiction
Dreams of the Savannah. Content Warning.
I am hungry. The dust is familiar, a similar colour to what I've known, but there are none of the scents of the savannah. The grasses would find plenty to feed them here but they would not be given the chance to grow. They would not provide cover in which to hide, to camouflage, to aid the hunt.
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Fiction