Short Story

One Minute to Midnight
One minute to midnight. Thunder broke the silence of the night, as the rain drenched the land outside the humble abode of Thom Watkins. The sound of the rain pelting against the double-glazed windows that were reinforced with steel grates, eased Thom…a little. Just a little…but he welcomed it.
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Fiction
Two-Lane Blacktop
Rain had let up. Patrick twisted the turn lever, setting the wipers to intermittent. A few drops gathered on the windshield before the blades stuttered across, flicked them away. In the pickup’s low beams, slashes of white glinted sharply on the blacktopped rural road but the edges faded to shadowy murk. He focused on the headlights’ reach, squinted as he passed an abandoned car on the shoulder.
By C. L. Nichols3 years ago in Fiction
Marigold
Marigold: The Secret Princess Once upon a time, there was a beautiful girl whose name was Marigold. She was the only child of her parents who loved her very much but alas when she was very young her father died at sea and she and Her mother were left alone. Mother and daughter were living happily in a house near the sea.
By MANOJ KUMAR3 years ago in Fiction
Lunch Money. Content Warning.
"I don't have any money! Leave me alone!" Tasha was having none of it. "You fucking liar!" She pushed the small, geeky kid into the wall, with force.
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Fiction
How a Photographer Captures One Minute Wonders
You want to read several one-minute adventures captured in photos. You got it. Steve was the guy that took unforgettable photos and videos.
By Mariann Carroll3 years ago in Fiction
The Whispering Woods: A Journey into the Heart of Nature
In the heart of a forgotten land lies a forest unlike any other. Its ancient trees stand tall and proud, their branches intertwining like dancers frozen in time. This is the Whispering Woods, a place of legends and lore, where every rustle of leaves carries secrets of the past.
By Le Mo3 years ago in Fiction
Not alone afterall
In the bustling city of Brightwood, there was a young orphan named Celine. Ever since she could remember, Celine had been alone, bouncing from one foster home to another, never staying in one place for long. With each move, she built a wall around her heart, believing that she was destined to be alone in the world.
By Deborah Albert3 years ago in Fiction
Good Men Are Hard to Come by
Good Men Are Hard to Come by The ancient station wagon creaked along the lonely highway in the sweltering summer heat, kicking up dust devils in its wake. Inside the vehicle, the Pittman family engaged in a tumultuous exchange akin to a storm in a teacup. Bailey, the weary patriarch, clutched the steering wheel with whitened knuckles. Beside him, his wife Betty fussed over their cherished feline companion, Buttercup, nestled within a wicker basket. Meanwhile, in the back seat, ten-year-old John Wesley and his six-year-old sister June Star squabbled over the coveted spot by the window.
By Abdul Qayyum3 years ago in Fiction
The Call Centre Operative. Content Warning.
Rebecca liked her job because you never knew who you were going to encounter in that snapshot you had of someone's life. She often speculated on what room they were in when they answered the phone.
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Fiction
In the Ring?
My Word: Relationship The Challenge: “I’m so glad Sheila decided to share your story with me. She said that you had to deal with some shit guys out there and now and then throw salt over your shoulder for good luck next time... I promise, I am real, and won’t lie about who I am… I just take my shot and hope not to trip over my words…
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Fiction
Just Sixty Seconds. Top Story - April 2024.
Oliver sat at a cold, grey steel-covered table. He knew he was next. The longer he sat here, the more confident he knew he wouldn’t make it. His hands were tied to the chair he was sitting on, pushed up against the steel table. A small camera in the corner of the ceiling with a tiny red flashing light was the only thing he was focused on. He felt sick to the stomach. He knew he didn’t have long.
By Joshua Maggs3 years ago in Fiction
The Control Games
The control games The control games were made in the year 2050, after the worldwide population reached 50 billion, the governments from each of the 5 largest countries, agreed on a population control tactic that would take place every year on the first of January. The tactic was called The Control Games. The control game was an event where 25,000 of the weakest men from each of the 5 countries would go through hell to see who would be worthy of surviving. Only 100 people will survive the games for each country.
By Kaleb3 years ago in Fiction