Short Story
A Hero's Heart: Inspiring Acts of Compassion
In a small town surrounded by rolling hills, there lived a man named John. He was an ordinary guy working at a local grocery store, but his heart was anything but ordinary. After each shift, John spent the night volunteering at a homeless shelter, feeding and offering words of comfort to those in need.
By tahiirIbrahim0073 years ago in Fiction
The Oldest Oak. Top Story - March 2024.
"I don't like these woods," Dafydd muttered. They had a presence that unnerved him. It wasn't the darkness; it wasn't the smell of them nor was it the unidentifiable shufflings, rustlings and creakings. It was something more and his instinct was twitching spasmodically in response and transmitting its vibrations to his gut. The air felt thicker and more hesitant to part and whilst his movement was unhindered, he felt enclosed on all sides.
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of the Baltimore Bridge
In the heart of Baltimore, where the city pulses with life, there stands a bridge. It's not just any bridge; it's a silent witness to the ebbs and flows of human emotions, carrying the weight of countless stories within its iron veins. This bridge, spanning the Patapsco River, has seen laughter and tears, love and heartbreak, hope and despair. But amongst the myriad tales it holds, there is one that echoes with a poignant resonance.
By Pavan Kumar3 years ago in Fiction
Containment
It was a Tuesday. August 5th. The time was about 7 AM. Maybe a little bit before. When the sirens went off, nobody thought too much of it. They always do that on the first Tuesday of the month. But this was different. Normally, they did the test of the system around 10 AM. It was too early. Michale got out of bed, grabbed his phone, and checked the weather. According to Weather Bug, it was going to be a beautiful day. But the sirens were still blasting.
By David E. Perry3 years ago in Fiction
death at your hands will be a mercy
She appears to me like a ghost. She is immensely tall and slender and nearly blue-skinned with that strange grayish hue that distinguishes her from the rest of her kind, and her thin arms and legs ripple with muscle. Her long obsidian hair hangs low in curls to her waist, and her clothes are white and nearly translucent, hanging off her body like the wraps of a mummy. Her shimmering skin, glittering like fish scales, seems to blend into the gray fog of the air, casting her in and out of visibility as she moves towards me. The way she seems to slink up the hill without even touching it sends a shiver down my spine, her bare feet traversing across the air above the ground instead of sinking and squishing against the muddy ground as mine had.
By angela hepworth3 years ago in Fiction
Lucy's Crazy Day Off
Lucy reviewed her to-do list in her head. Inside the house, she had to do the dishes, do the laundry, make her bed, etc. Outside the house, she needed to get groceries and drop off a package. Her at-home chores took little time to accomplish. Lucy lived alone and was a pretty clean person. Checking that she had everything she needed, including her shopping list, she picked up the package and exited the car. Lucy entered, placed the package and purse into the passenger seat, and started the engine. Three dings, and she looked down at the dash, sighing. The sensors in the tires said her rear left tire was low.
By S.N. Evans3 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of Harmony: A Tale of Guardianship in the Whispering Woods
In the heart of the Whispering Woods, where the emerald canopy intertwined with golden sunlight, there existed a realm where the trees whispered secrets as old as time. Moss-covered roots intertwined like the veins of an ancient being, and the air hummed with magic that only those attuned to nature could sense.
By Syed Arbaz Ali Rizvi3 years ago in Fiction
