Short Story

A Man From Kabzeel
In the serene town of Kabzeel, nestled amidst serene hills and whispering woods, a sinister presence cast its shadow—a darkness that ensnared the hearts of its residents like icy tendrils. For generations, the Kabzeel had lived under the ominous cloud of the Devil's Curse—a malevolent force attributed to a mysterious entity known only as the Dark Lord.
By Erick3 years ago in Fiction
The Guardian of Whispering Woods
The Enchanted Realm In the heart of the kingdom of Eldoria, nestled between the towering mountains and the sparkling rivers, lay the Mystical Whispering Woods. This ancient forest was unlike any other, for within its depths resided sentient beings as old as time itself. The Whispering Trees. These majestic beings were not mere flora but possessed wisdom and consciousness that rivalled that of the most learned scholars.Legend spoke of the Whispering Woods as a place of magic and mystery, where the trees whispered secrets of the past and the future. It was said that those who dared to venture into its depths would be forever changed by the enchantment that lingered in the air. However, those who sought more than the peace and wisdom learned from these gentle creatures would soon find out there was much more these simple-looking trees were capable of.
By ColdHardCash3 years ago in Fiction
When Everything Went Wrong. Content Warning.
Introduction This is a piece of fiction to purge a lot of negativity I have in myself at the moment. It's ironic that this story will be worrying and scary but will have a totally positive effect on my well-being. I am not sure what that says about me.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Fiction
the crafty man
Craftiness In the heart of a bustling town nestled between towering mountains and lush forests, there lived a man whose cunning was as legendary as the tales spun around campfires. His name was Aldric, and his wits were as sharp as the blade he wielded. Aldric wasn't born into wealth or privilege; instead, he relied on his intellect and resourcefulness to navigate the world. From a young age, he discovered the power of persuasion and manipulation, honing his skills through observation and practice. He learned the art of bartering in the market square, turning a meager offering into a prized possession through clever negotiation. As he grew older, Aldric's reputation preceded him. Whispers of his cunning spread far and wide, drawing both admiration and fear from those who crossed his path. He was a master of disguise, slipping unnoticed through crowds, his true intentions hidden behind a facade of innocence. One chilly evening, as the town gathered around the fire, a merchant recounted a tale of a priceless gem rumored to be hidden deep within the mountains. Aldric listened intently, his mind already calculating the possibilities. With a sly grin, he bid the merchant goodnight and disappeared into the shadows. Determined to claim the gem for himself, Aldric set out on a journey into the heart of the mountains. Along the treacherous path, he encountered obstacles aplenty, from steep cliffs to cunning bandits. But Aldric was undeterred, using his wit and charm to outsmart his adversaries at every turn. After days of relentless pursuit, Aldric finally reached the hidden cavern rumored to house the gem. With bated breath, he ventured inside, his senses alert for any sign of danger. Deep within the cavern's depths, he discovered the object of his desire—a radiant jewel that gleamed like the stars above. But as Aldric reached out to claim his prize, a voice echoed through the chamber, sending shivers down his spine. It was the guardian of the gem, a fearsome creature tasked with protecting it from would-be thieves. With no weapon to defend himself, Aldric knew he had to rely on his wits alone. Thinking quickly, Aldric spun a tale of woe, weaving a web of lies so intricate that even the guardian was momentarily swayed. As the creature hesitated, Aldric seized the opportunity to snatch the gem and make a hasty retreat. With each step, he could feel the weight of his victory pressing against his chest, a tangible reminder of his cunning triumph. But Aldric's journey was far from over. As he emerged from the cavern, he found himself face to face with the very bandits he had outsmarted earlier. With nowhere to run and no weapon to defend himself, Aldric knew he had to rely on his intellect once more. Drawing on his knowledge of human nature, Aldric appealed to the bandits' greed, offering them a share of the gem's riches in exchange for safe passage. And just like that, the bandits were swayed, their lust for wealth overpowering any desire for vengeance. With the gem safely in his possession, Aldric returned to the town a hero, his legend growing with each retelling of his exploits. But deep down, he knew that his greatest treasure wasn't the gem itself, but the cunning and resourcefulness that had allowed him to claim it. And so, the crafty man continued to roam the land, forever seeking out new challenges and adventures, his wits as sharp as ever and his spirit unbroken. For in a world where strength and power often reigned supreme, Aldric had proven that sometimes, all it took to succeed was a little bit of cunning and a whole lot of determination.
By Stanley 3 years ago in Fiction
Fracking for Tact
"Well, you've finally got the Yorkshire puddings right. Well done!" Neil was pleased with his compliment, hoping that it would get the response it warranted. He was, after all, praising for a change instead of criticising. He was making an effort and he felt sure that it would be noticed.
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Fiction
The Scar that defined her
*That's a fiction story* I'm taken back to a period long ⏱ ago as I sit by the crackling fire, the warmth just reaching my chilly bones. When I close my eyes, I picture the life of Maria, my ancestor, a woman whose scar demonstrated her tenacity and survival.
By Aria3 years ago in Fiction
Blossoms Besotted
The wisteria tree nestled into the western shade of a grove left long untended, was laden heavily with the works of spring, ripened during those fine, clear and warmly spent hours beneath promising blue skies the season used dotingly, lavishly, lovingly.
By Lark Hanshan3 years ago in Fiction
Mysterious Death of Princess Diana - What Do We And What Don't We Know About It!!
The world was shaken by the inopportune passing of Princess Diana on the terrifying evening of August 31, 1997. Her life was portrayed by marvelousness, debate, and sympathy. Princess Diana's story has excited great many individuals, from her violent union with Sovereign Charles to her lamentable demise in a Paris burrow. Her inheritance is saturated with secret and interest. Show up with us as we examine the bits of hearsay, discusses, and inexplicable problems encompassing Individuals' Princess' passing as we set off on a mission to tackle her secret.
By Abdur Rahman 3 years ago in Fiction
On the Day of the Hunt (VII)
I aim to write these so that you can enjoy them as stand alone stories, or one after the other. If you'd like to do the latter (they're all very short):
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
The Chess Prince
Knowledge is the best form of self defence. Three years later, a vivid dream became a reality. At 12 years old, Yotam Meir-Li became an accidental celebrity. Yotam became a symbol of self mastery, neurodiversity, courage, dedication, and perseverance. He knew he could beat his adversaries with his intelligence. No one was going to block his vision, even though they thought they could. To keep himself in check, he had a personal saying, “Autism cannot make me weak. It only makes me stronger and smarter.”
By Talia Devora3 years ago in Fiction
From Dark 'till Dawn
Standing before the painting, appraising the figures, Lucy could not deny the similarities between the woman and herself—the woman holding a baby in absurd white ruffles. Wine-colored hair framed her heart-shaped face and a button nose. She and Lucy shared the same features. Chewing her lip, Lucy moved on, shining her flashlight on the darker areas of the room, snapping pictures with her camera, praying that she had enough memory to get all the images she wanted. Falhurst Manor was an absolute mystery until its caretaker recently passed on. When her friend Lydia called her to explore the legendary time capsule, she had no choice but to take the long drive from the city to see it.
By S.N. Evans3 years ago in Fiction
I Spoke About Wings
I sat on a log, moss cushioning not enough to distract from hardened fungi and whorled knolls jutting into my skin. Persistent. Protruding. Not unlike the Thing taking shape beneath each of my shoulders. “Things“, plural, I should say. Now that I’ve begun correcting myself, I suppose I should admit that these Things were not really things at all. They’re me. Part of me, anyway.
By Alexa3 years ago in Fiction