Short Story
I was sold to a millionaire by my family.
I was sold to a millionaire by my family. In the midst of pressing the final wrinkled shirt, the iron let out a low rumble. A protest echoed from within me, mirroring the emptiness of my wallet. It was another month looming, another month where Mom conveniently "forgot" to mention the rent. With a sigh, I released a familiar sound, escaping my lips into the cluttered air of our tiny apartment.
By Abdul Qayyum3 years ago in Fiction
The Countdown
Tick, tick, tick. The countdown had begun. Sarah stood frozen in the dimly lit alley, her heart pounding against her ribcage. Her eyes darted around, searching desperately for an escape route. But the walls seemed to close in on her, trapping her in a cage of fear and desperation.
By Moses Kurtis 3 years ago in Fiction
Dreamland
Henry was a man who once lived in a world of dreams called Dreamland. Henry fell asleep on a strange night and woke up in a brand-new dream world. He found himself in the middle of a city that looked normal at first but was very strange. To his utter shock, everything in the room turned out to be a control, living and moving.
By Ameer Bibi3 years ago in Fiction
The Minute That Changed Everything
The clock struck midnight, announcing the birth of a new day. In the dimly lit alley, Sarah and Jack faced each other, their breaths visible in the chilly night air. Sarah's heart pounded against her ribs, her fingers gripping the edge of her coat nervously. Jack's eyes reflected a mix of determination and regret, signaling the weight of the moment.
By Fahmi HARRATH3 years ago in Fiction
The Chicken Head
In the bustling town of Warri, located in Delta State, Nigeria, lived a couple named Daniel and Vera. They were known in their community for their lively debates and occasional quarrels, but their love for each other always prevailed. However, on this particular day, a seemingly innocent argument over a meal turned into a heated exchange.
By Emmanuel Ojenike3 years ago in Fiction
Minute Waltz
The piece is given the tempo marking Molto vivace. Although it has long been known as the "Minute" Waltz, its nickname was intended to mean "small" in the sense of a "miniature" waltz, given by its publisher. Chopin did not intend for this waltz to be played in one minute. A typical performance of the work will last between 1+1⁄2 and 2+1⁄2 minutes
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Fiction
Blood Red . Content Warning.
Red, the girl with flaming locks and the palest flesh, was well-known throughout the village and beyond as the kind of person who kept herself to herself. She had been pursued by many different people, who were interested in making Red their wife. She was not the settling down type, was the reason she gave for each new suitor and suitress. Aside from her Gramma and her job delivering baked goods and treats from the local bakery, no-one could understand her stance.
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Fiction
