Short Story

The Cult of Red Triangle
Story Continues...Detectives Sarah Grey and Mark Stone knew the warehouse incident was only the beginning of a larger more sinister plot. The teenager they apprehended at the warehouse provided few clues and his reluctance to speak only heightened their suspicion. Back at the station, the captain cautioned them to stay vigilant as the key to this mystery seemed to unlock more than just physical doors it was a gateway to deeper layers of deception.
By Ritviz3 years ago in Fiction
The Secret of the Bell Tower
Many long years had passed since someone last visited the Bell Tower. A man stood at its base with a paper clip in hand and a keen look in his eye - for it was he who planned to enter.
By L.Clabrough3 years ago in Fiction
"Tick, Tock" – The Final Minute
"Tick, Tock" – The Final Minute In the heart of New York City, a perspiring man stood on the 85th floor of a steel and glass tower that touched the sky. His name was Jack Dawson, a former Marine turned cybersecurity specialist, with a hard stare that could make anyone crumble.
By Neli Ivanova3 years ago in Fiction
Drabbles #1: Lucy's Fear, Frozen, Reincarnation, and Revelations
A Drabble is a self-contained, flash-fiction story of exactly 100 words. A Drabble can be a simplified version of a longer work of fiction, or what started as a Drabble can become the inspiration for a longer short story, even for a novel.
By Susan Fourtané 3 years ago in Fiction
The Passenger Train
Sometime in the distant past in a clamoring city, there was a train station where individuals from varying backgrounds combined, each with their own accounts to tell. Among the horde of voyagers, there was a young lady named Amelia who had an inclination for experience and a heart longing for new encounters.
By zulfi bux3 years ago in Fiction
Escape
"There's no getting over it. In your eyes, I'm just not good enough." "Now, that's just not true, Leah. Just that, on this occasion, we thought that, well,..."
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Fiction
Emperor's Empiric Expansion Exposes Entities
"Randy! Heads up!" The radio blared. "No problem, Chester! Accelerating past eighty, now! No way this freak's getting past me!" Checking his mirrors, the suspect moved effortlessly into his blind spot, paced Randy for a bit, then peeled away. Jaw slack, eyes wide, foot easing off the gas, Randy pulled over. "HE JUST WALKED MY 800 HORSEPOWER CHARGER LIKE I WAS STANDING STILL! WHAT THE HELL!"
By Thavien Yliaster3 years ago in Fiction
Embracing Adulthood’s Realities
As children, we held innocent dreams of growing up quickly, believing that we could achieve our ideals without restraint and work diligently to pursue our dreams. We thought that all good things would come our way as adults.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing3 years ago in Fiction
Until We Meet Again
____________________________ Sunset strokes its golden fingers across the misty isle, sweet an soft as fae fingers meltin intae sommery hand-spun vanilla ice cream on a blàth grianach day. As a fae, A cannot be caucht doin such a thin, runnin ma fingers intae frosty cauld desserts. But thon's no the point. Whit's important is sundoon's gone golden i the hichlands! The low poke o gray an dreary is trapped beneath layers o blissful sunlicht.Dae ye know whit this means? Ryan moment's nere at hand. True love will find the bonnie lass! An forevermore, she'll recount the day for its perfect.Gather round. Quiet now an listen i. Discover whit unfolds wi a gentle nudge from the fae, bi which A mean me. Gin awthing goes tae plan, A'll graduate tae fou fledgit fae godmother bi mornin!
By Christy Munson3 years ago in Fiction
Through The Snow
She lost precious seconds, face down in the snow. The dogs were so close now, she had no time to stagger to her feet. She rolled, one hand clutching a rock, bringing it up in an arc. Yelping, the dog was knocked aside.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
I'm a poet!
I was 6 or 7 when Grandma bought me Płomyczek. A magazine for kids more or less my age. The first such publication I have ever seen, one of the few published in the then socialist Poland.
By K.D. Popiel3 years ago in Fiction
One Minute to Noon. Top Story - May 2024.
“OK, guys!” I screech over the macaw-like chatter in my sophomore English class. My students are sharing mementos they accumulated during summer vacation. The assignment is to interview each other and write an expository essay about another student’s treasure: Misty’s coquina shells and sand dollars from Florida, Ruth’s two Navajo pottery mugs from New Mexico, Roxy’s perfume from Paris, Kevin’s chocolate from Hershey Pennsylvania, a picador’s sword from a bullfight in San Fermin Spain, where one of my favorite students, Manny Pérez, ran with the bulls at festival.
By Lacy Loar-Gruenler3 years ago in Fiction