Short Story

Mr. Murder Tree. Content Warning.
A Terrifying Tremulous Trees origin story Long before I was known as Mr. Murder Tree, I was known as Muata, The Mighty Oak. This was a name given to me by a Miwok named Honon. Even though his name meant bear, I called him The Yellow Jacket catcher, and he called me the same when he gave me my name. Before him, I had no name.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Danu. Content Warning.
For many years, I remained dormant in the vastness of the Bile, sleeping soundly and undisturbed, tucked into the roots of the majestic tree known as the Tree of Life. The river's water splashed against the smooth stone walls of the caverns that surrounded my resting place, creating a music so serene and calming that it was almost hypnotic. I was content to rest in the arms of the Tree forever, but the call of my name was too strong to ignore.
By B3 years ago in Fiction
Inside the Mirror. Content Warning.
Sitting in bed, I stare at the dark mirror and wonder how I get into these messes. It was like trouble and bad luck just followed me everywhere. Nothing good seemed to happen to me since my parents died when I was nineteen.
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Fiction
Super action
In a tale of ancient legend, a benevolent deity, embodying the essence of fire, once graced the world. This divine being, embodying both beauty and ferocity, bestowed upon humanity countless wonders and gifts, only to have her generosity met with ingratitude and theft. As humans coveted the Lost Hearts of the Goddess, her gentle nature turned to wrath, transforming her into a fearsome fire monster.
By the power of spirit3 years ago in Fiction
The Matchmaker
The room was a concentrated buzz of chatter, favored by the low lighting at the round tables. The striped profile of Jupiter paraded outside the panoramic windows, while some couples danced in the center of the piano bar.
By Letizia Loi3 years ago in Fiction
They Were Lost, Then They Were Found. Content Warning.
They lived on opposite sides of the Earth. Their lives were humdrum and they became more and more upset each day because love was nowhere to be found.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Fiction
The Olde Antique Shoppe - Part 2 - Finding the Rolodex
So, the story below follows on from my first tale, The Olde Antique Shoppe: *** I put down my grandfather's letter. I was a little bit shocked and found myself quelling a surge of grief. Hearing his voice, even if only in my head, had been both wonderful and heartbreaking.
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Fiction
The Whisper Box - Calls From The Attic
Sarah, a recent college graduate, accepted the house-sitting job for a steal. The Victorian mansion loomed on a hill, shrouded in whispers of a dark past. The owner, a frail old woman named Ms. Hawthorn, warned Sarah, "Don't go near the attic. Locked for a reason." Curiosity gnawed at Sarah, but respect for Ms. Hawthorn kept her downstairs.
By Naveen Metta3 years ago in Fiction
Shadows Vanquished: A Tale of Courage and Compassion at Springdale High School
In the heart of Springdale High School, amidst the bustling corridors echoing with laughter and chatter, there lurked a shadow that cast a pall over the vibrant community. His name was Tyler Reynolds, a towering figure with a sneer that could freeze hearts and eyes that gleamed with malice. Tyler was the undisputed bully of Springdale, his reign of terror leaving a trail of fear and despair in its wake.
By Zu Wei Chong3 years ago in Fiction
Cipher's Redemption: Unraveling Secrets in the Digital Wilderness
As Cipher delved deeper into the murky depths of the digital underworld, they encountered a myriad of obstacles and adversaries. Each hack was a delicate dance, a test of skill and ingenuity against ever-evolving security measures and cunning adversaries.
By Zu Wei Chong3 years ago in Fiction
Virtual Shadows: Confronting Cyberbullying in the Digital Age
In the digital realm of Cybertech High, where the hum of computers filled the air and the glow of screens illuminated the faces of students, there existed a darker side of connectivity - a shadow lurking behind the bright facade of technology. His name was Ryan, a seemingly ordinary student whose online persona hid a cruel and malicious streak. He was the cyberbully of Cybertech, his words slashing through the virtual landscape like knives, leaving scars that were invisible but no less painful.
By Zu Wei Chong3 years ago in Fiction
The Leader of Our Land
In another place and another time, many centuries ago, in a rural village named Harmony Hollow lived a homely, humble man with a deep desire to lead whom his parents had named Harmony Jones. Raised well-mannered and well groomed, not afraid of hard work or school, with a deep sense of the justice of rule, Harmony grew.
By Rudolph Danny Leiva 3 years ago in Fiction