Short Story

The Shadow in the Flames: A Tale of Terror and Ancient Power
Deep within the heart of the dense, unforgiving forest, where the trees loomed tall and twisted like gnarled fingers clawing at the sky, there lay a cavern untouched by the passage of time. Its entrance, hidden beneath a thick canopy of foliage, seemed to beckon to those brave enough—or foolish enough—to venture into its depths.
By Forspiya3 years ago in Fiction
brave hero adventure
Traversing the desolate lands in search of the legendary Tree of Life, humanity's greed led to the devastation of the once-thriving landscape. However, amidst the chaos, a courageous hero safeguarded the last seed of the tree, hiding it in a clandestine location unknown to all.
By the power of spirit3 years ago in Fiction
What if I were in his shoes?
I’ve finally found him. I chased him two miles, but that’s him there. He thought I would give up? How could he run on those tattered shoes? Who's that raggedy little girl? Why not take care of her instead of running around stea- oh.
By Mo Darasi3 years ago in Fiction
The Interdimensional Choreographer: Mildred Butterworth's Mischievous Beret
Mildred Butterworth wasn't your average grandma. Sure, she baked a mean oatmeal raisin cookie (with secret sprinkles that induced uncontrollable giggling), but Mildred's real passion was interdimensional hat-knitting. Yes, you read that right.
By Naveen Metta3 years ago in Fiction
Little Blue Orb
When we were hairy, we never realised we were floating. Now that we're becoming hairless, we've seen how we're suspended and realise our smallness.
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Fiction
The Man with the Umbrella. Content Warning.
"Look over there! In that field! There's a man with an umbrella! Where's he going?" Michelle was always curious about what others were doing and he did look mysterious, shrouded as he was in the mist, with a furtive, purposeful length to his stride.
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Fiction
The Magic Of Roti
In the clamoring roads of Mumbai, where the smell of flavors waited in the air and the hints of sellers filled each corner, there carried on with a little kid named Aasha. She had a place with a family with a well established custom of making the most heavenly rotis in the whole area.
By zulfi bux3 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon's Lament
Title: The Dragon's Lament Once upon a time, in a distant land shrouded in mist and mystery, there existed a majestic dragon named Drakar. With scales as shimmering as polished emeralds and eyes that gleamed like molten gold, Drakar ruled over the rugged mountains and verdant valleys with a benevolent heart.
By Moharif Yulianto3 years ago in Fiction
The Day the Earth Changed Forever: A Dinosaur's Tale
Imagine a world where gigantic, fearsome dinosaurs roamed freely. These mighty creatures ruled the Earth for millions of years, until one day, something extraordinary happened that changed everything. This is the story of the day the dinosaurs disappeared and how our planet transformed in ways you wouldn't believe!
By Diana3 years ago in Fiction
Mindy's Mind
Mindy was done arguing with Beau. She was done trying to reason with him. It was all one-sided anyway, and the answer was always the same. They’d been arguing for months, and it was getting them nowhere. It was time for her to make a rash decision.
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Fiction
All-nighter
The trio sat in the cozy dorm lounge at a well-worn round table with cups of caffeine and snacks scattered about their books, papers, and laptops. Erin worked on an essay for her history final, typing and retyping the same handful of sentences in different ways, which is the definition of insanity. Jud attempted to review the entirety of his Literature class’s curriculum. His professor had given the class no direction on what to study for the final exam. Rily sat cross-legged, flipping through her sketchbook, disgusted at her lack of inspiration. She had a week to complete a final sketch. She had an idea at the beginning of the year, but now it seemed too simple to work. Tearing the page she had spent the last three hours sketching, she crumpled it up in a ball and lobbed it at the nearest waste can.
By S.N. Evans3 years ago in Fiction
A Message from the Prince
Dear sir or madam… Well, that might be a difficult way to prove my point. And what is my point? Not all of us Nigerian princes are a threat to you…
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Fiction