Short Story

Run with the Moon
Deep in the hour just before dawn, Adam jolts awake. What did he hear, out there on the old Airstream’s makeshift front porch? Or was it nothing but a dream of gunfire and roadside bombs in that other desert, half a world away?
By Jean McKinney3 years ago in Fiction
With the Ex
I am in the coffee shop with you, the one we used to go to together after our usual coffee shop closed. I am sitting on one end, my face to you, looking busy writing these notes in a marble-covered, quad-ruled composition notebook. You are at the window on the opposite side with your body turned slightly toward me, occasionally glancing my way with a gaze cast slightly above my head before sweeping your attention to your computer. I hope you shift to steal the same glances I am between deep breaths and knotted deglutition. It is impossible to know. Maybe you shift to better let me see your face, knowing that’s exactly what I’m trying to do. Or, more likely, you shift to keep your eyes from burning in the sun reflecting off the snow outside and shining through the picture windows. Perhaps the angle of your body keeps your delicate blues intact, and nothing else can be gleaned from your position.
By kp3 years ago in Fiction
Kindness Brings Blessings
Suffering is merely a passing phase, and those with genuine kindness in their hearts will ultimately find their rewards, sooner or later.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing3 years ago in Fiction
Multiple Personality Disorder. Content Warning.
⚠️WARNING⚠️ This story contains scenes that may be triggering or traumatizing for some readers. I ask for reader discretion in enjoying this story.
By Amelia3 years ago in Fiction
My Boy Sold me for money to A Hungry Landlord
My Boy Sold me for money to A Hungry Landlord I married someone after fleeing my house, but just from there. Every day, when my sex stirred and I was restless, my house landlord would dip his legs and put his cock in my palm. As a result, I also started having sex with him.
By Abdul Qayyum3 years ago in Fiction
My Boy Sold me for money to A Hungry Landlord for Young Ladies
My Boy Sold me for money to A Hungry Landlord for Young Ladies I married someone after fleeing my house, but just from there. Every day, when my sex stirred and I was restless, my house landlord would dip his legs and put his cock in my palm. As a result, I also started having sex with him.
By Abdul Qayyum3 years ago in Fiction
The Longest Minute. Top Story - April 2024. Content Warning.
A minute. Sixty seconds to say goodbye. That’s all the time that I had left with him as the needle slid into his leg. I stared into his drooping eyes, looked at the blood-tainted saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth. They said that this was the best thing that we could do for him, a last kind act for a best friend…but if that were the case, then why did my heart feel so heavy?
By Stephanie Hoogstad3 years ago in Fiction
10 Must-Read Moral Stories in English
Introduction: In today's fast-paced digital world, one might wonder about the relevance of old-fashioned moral stories. But moral stories have been an integral part of human culture since time immemorial. These stories hold an unparalleled power to mold character, foster empathy, and guide ethical decision-making.
By Short Moral Tales3 years ago in Fiction
The Foot
His pickup truck was so old that it still had the shift lever next to the steering wheel, but it was new to Billy. He pushed in the clutch, shifted to reverse, and turned the key to kill the engine. The door creaked loudly as he opened it and got out. As he shut the door firmly, he admired the brand-new decal on the side of his door:
By C. L. Nichols3 years ago in Fiction
A Journey to Self-Enrichment: The Chinese of Wisdom from the Elderly
Once upon a time in Changsha, Hunan, there lived a wise woman named Li Anhua. At the age of 71, she found herself reflecting on a life dedicated to providing for her children and grandchildren. Having worked hard all her life, she had saved diligently but found that, in the pursuit of supporting her family, she had neglected her own well-being.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing3 years ago in Fiction
What is creativity?
Jasmin was walking down the corridor. She knocked on the door. Research director Dr. Allen bhabha told her to come in. She noticed Dr. Allen’s narrowed eyes, a sharp glance directed at her, conveying a clear message of disapproval without the need for words.
By shrey 3 years ago in Fiction
Just Another New York Minute
Your feet are tired from walking so far already today, and you’re looking forward to freshening up with a hot, sudsy shower before meeting up later with friends you haven’t seen in a while. The automated subway announcer’s chipper voice has made it known that your stop is next, less than a minute away and your body tenses as you prepare to prepare to rise without disturbing the sleeping woman in scrubs to the left of you. Her deep respirations speak of exhaustion and you will do your best to obey that unspoken rule of New York City, “Infringe on no other, or at least try not to.”
By J. Otis Haas3 years ago in Fiction