Short Story
Stacked Up Reasons. Top Story - April 2024.
Somehow she kept finding excuses not to leave. She excavated them from her underwear drawer, blew dust bunnies off them from underneath the bed. She found them at the bottom of her tea mugs, even borrowing the maintenance mans’ ladder to reach the forbidden depths of the highest kitchen shelves.
By Ariana GonBon3 years ago in Fiction
The Battle of Kasarus
Camus The Great is standing in the heart of the Forest of Kasarus with his three fellow swordsmen: Marius, Ardeth and Antioch. The four swordsmen are awaiting the army of Syranus Camédes. Marius, Ardeth and Antioch are nervous as the army is only minutes away from approach. Camus, on the other hand is very calm and collective. It as if he is not awaiting certain death, but paradise and bliss.
By Joe Patterson3 years ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Lighthouse
# The Forgotten Lighthouse Once upon a time, on the rugged coast of **Stormhaven**, there stood a lighthouse. Its whitewashed walls bore the scars of countless tempests, and its beacon had guided sailors safely home for generations. But now, the lighthouse was forgotten.
By Akira Kota3 years ago in Fiction
Unsung Heroes of Daily Life
In a world where headlines about massive triumphs and spectacular events frequently dominate, it is easy to overlook the unsung heroes who work tirelessly behind the scenes to better their communities. These unsung heroes may not want fame or attention, but their activism, charity, and altruism are the threads that knit our society together, adding resilience, empathy, and compassion to its fundamental fabric.
By Raj Bhagtani3 years ago in Fiction
The Forest and The Young Boy
Years had passed with exceeding hurry. The forest had become dark and gloomy, with its once vibrant colourful life, hushed out like a flickering flame of a candle. The forest extended for as far as the eye could see. Its edges shrouded with hedges that protected itself from anything from the outside world. The track once walked by many, now barely visible as weed vines overtook it. The forest was once a place of joy and delight – now a skeleton of its former glory.
By Joshua Maggs3 years ago in Fiction







