Short Story

The Vegetarian
"I can't believe that you still eat meat," Brian said to Stephanie as she cut herself a piece of juicy steak, seared to perfection. "The thought of biting into something that was living not so long ago, I find, just repulsive."
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Fiction
Treehouse
Some time ago in a little town settled profound inside a rich backwoods, there carried on with a young man named Ethan. Ethan was not normal for some other youngster in the town. While his companions went through their days messing around and investigating the forest, Ethan had an impossible to miss interest with trees.
By zulfi bux3 years ago in Fiction
Always Bring Positivity:
There was once a young man named Jason who lived in a small village at the foot of a mountain. He was known to be a hard worker and always had a positive attitude towards life. Jason was content with his simple life and never desired great riches or material possessions.
By Amahle Mafa3 years ago in Fiction
Never Prosper
Nikolai used his mouth and hands all the ways he knew how, to make her squirm deliciously under him. They'd been childhood sweethearts. Mia was the girl he thought he'd marry someday. Over the years he'd got to know every dip and curve of her.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
Toolie the Time Traveler
Toolie Ingersoll sat on the padded seat he just installed yesterday, staring at the console in front of him. Where did he want to go today? He’d never traveled in this machine before. Hell, he’d just put on the finishing touches yesterday.
By C. L. Nichols3 years ago in Fiction
A Flick of the Tongue
I stopped short of the murder scene, out of breath. Running was far from my sport, and I knew I'd need to work out at some point. An audible popping noise reached my ears, and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up.
By Matthew Angelo3 years ago in Fiction
Luna's Triumph
add 100 words to this story "Once upon a time, in a small village nestled at the edge of a mystical forest, lived a little girl named Luna. Luna had curly brown hair that bounced with every step she took, and her bright green eyes sparkled with curiosity. She was known for her determination and kindness, always ready to lend a helping hand to those in need.
By mahmoud elsaad3 years ago in Fiction
MARCEL
Marcel checks his pocket watch before he steps to the center of the ballroom as the harpsichord begins to play. The melody, written by Marcel himself, keeps the ¾ time and standard repetition of two sections of eight bars each, but with his own special twist weaved within the music.
By Aaron Morrison3 years ago in Fiction
The Dangling Bead. Runner-Up in Just a Minute Challenge. Top Story - April 2024.
My life is splashing before my eyes, as I precariously suspend and prepare for the end, the consumption of my Self and identity. I know that gravity will be the victor in this struggle. Like a pendant, slipping from the chain, the tension has caught me in this moment, bestowing one last gift of reflection. I cling desperately, questioning my purpose. Searching for comfort. And I remember…
By Leslie Staven3 years ago in Fiction
A bag-woman
,.. .It was a sunny day. Lynn was in a sunny mood. She was finally in control of her life. She was excited about takeing her next step. Her heart was racing she was confident but nervous. She counted out her change, and headed to the payphone located next to the front door of the cafe. Nothing ventured nothing gained. She dropped the change into the machine. The phone was answered and she asked to speak with Al. Four seconds or so, passed and then she heard his voice. She felt a burst of confidence. No small talk she would get straight to the point. Lynn asked him if he would like to date her. His response guted her. Some girl had invited him to go on a cruise with her, He was no longer on the dating market. Lynn knew he was lieing. She thought back on the times he had advised her to lie. She silently hung up the phone.
By Antoinette L Brey3 years ago in Fiction
Beneath The Moutnain
Gotta Love the spelling ERROR in the Title! 🤦🏽‍♂️ Mount Etna The entrance to the cave system was in fact well-hidden. Carved into the eastern slopes of Monte De Fiore I, just beneath the lava collar, a four foot wide opening expelled faint gasps of hydrogen sulfide scented mist.
By Kale Sinclair3 years ago in Fiction
Shot For Glory
Grabbing the ball as it passed, Nathan took off down the court. Swinging wide around the tall jersey clad player in front of him, he did a back spin. Dodging under a swipe aimed for the orange ball he so gloriously controlled, he passed it between his legs to himself.
By Andrew C McDonald3 years ago in Fiction