Short Story

A Village Romance
In the heart of a quaint village nestled among rolling hills and lush greenery lived a young girl named Maya. She spent her days tending to the family's goats and helping her mother with household chores. Maya was content with her simple life, finding joy in the beauty of nature and the warmth of her close-knit community.
By kristiono3 years ago in Fiction
For the Love of a Mark
PART ONE Young Mark Lim grabbed a seat at the dinner table and sat seated himself with the front of the chair facing him, legs askew. The chicken drumsticks that his mother, Elaine, had laid out on the table were too succulent to resist; he grabbed one, much to her frustration.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin3 years ago in Fiction
A Mountain View. Content Warning.
"Why have you brought me here?" Julia stood in front of the window and looked at the amazing view. The mountains were just breaking the early morning haze and their outlines were hesitating to show themselves but gradually, in the warmth from the sun, they were revealed. Snow striped the steep sides and the lake's milky green contrasted with the slopes' solid greyness.
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Fiction
The Ballad of a Pinecone
Once upon a time, in a forgotten corner of the Enchanted Forest, there stood a majestic pine tree named Eldertree. Eldertree was known far and wide for its ancient wisdom and the mystical aura that surrounded it. However, nestled within its branches, there was a humble pinecone that held a secret known only to the oldest creatures of the forest.
By John Son3 years ago in Fiction
Tides of the Heart: A Bookstore Love Story 📖💖
Once upon a time in a small coastal town, there lived a young woman named Mia. She had a heart as vast as the ocean and a spirit as free as the seabirds that soared above her home. Mia worked at the local bookstore, a quaint little place that smelled of old pages and dreams. It was her sanctuary, a place where she could escape into the worlds within the books.
By Chevz Munandar3 years ago in Fiction
The Traitor Connolly
In a luxurious residence in London dwelled the Connolly family, a family whose great wealth mainly stemmed from the accomplishments of their eldest son, Wayland Connolly.
By kryowriter3 years ago in Fiction
The Golden Puppy. Top Story - March 2024.
Tom strides by the pavements beneath, the sun-shining sky and the breezy heat. A yelp, a cry, and there the open door of the pound. Puppies for sale. Though not exactly puppies - perhaps a bit older. They are cute and fluffy, some black, some white, some grey, some brown, and there is one who is patchy. A girl so cute, shy and timid yet warmed by his presence. Tiptoeing over Tom lowers his hand by the gate. She smells and licks, then tries to get up like a child reaching his arms out. Patting her, she feels secure and loved. Upon his rise, Tom waves the young pup goodbye.
By Leni Koski3 years ago in Fiction
Adrift. Top Story - March 2024.
It was day nine, by Marcus’s count. He and Terrance had already spent eight days on the yellow life raft afloat in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. There had only been six survivors that surfaced after their plane crash-landed in the water. Together, they had secured three of the life rafts that had been aboard the aircraft and had divided themselves up - two per raft. They had tied the buoyant vessels together, but in the storm, on day four, the rope connecting Marcus and Terrance’s raft to the others came loose. Now, they were separated from the rest of the group with no way to signal for help since the flare gun was in one of the other rafts.
By D.K. Shepard3 years ago in Fiction
The Ghost of Paganini. Top Story - March 2024.
My father was propped up in his bed, the ivory coverlet pulled up to his chest. Even after the weeks of chemo had ended, I was always shocked by his appearance, his bald head and missing eyebrows making him almost unrecognizable. He looked at the ragged man that I led into the room through puffy eyes, the sides of his mouth turned downwards in disappointment at the man’s appearance.
By John Cox3 years ago in Fiction
Night Visitor
Night Visitor D. A. Ratliff There were moments when I regretted volunteering to monitor the experiments overnight. The bio-science building, bustling with techs during the day, became an eerie tomb at night. There might be a few people in the main building, but my lab was in the restricted area where government contracts fueled the research. Cue the men in black suits, lapel buttons, and sunglasses lurking in the dead of night. I'm not saying it was aliens—but it was aliens.
By D. A. Ratliff3 years ago in Fiction
Unveiling the Mystery of the Death Ward: A Doctor's Harrowing Tale
My name is Dr. Ahlam, and I have dedicated my career to serving as a physician at the psychiatric hospital in the city. Renowned for my compassionate approach to patient care, I see individuals not as "madmen" but as individuals in need of specialized attention and care.
By TEK TRIK3 years ago in Fiction
Pissing on Fate. Content Warning.
I reach between my legs, past the thick black fuzz and probe between, in the hot, secret place. There it is! There's a knack. To release the pressure so you can pull it out easily. It slides out, and I angle it so that the contents plash on the white toilet bowl. Hitching up my knickers, I peer at the art I've made. It's a good one. I'd left the cup in long enough to get a good amount, but not so long it lost its colour. It's rich in detail, and I drink it all in. Metaphorically, obviously. Its consistency and colour, how far it's spread, where it's thickest, or brightest. How it moves down the sloping porcelain, too. Each clot Tells a story. Tea leave are for noobs. This is so much better. I will of course still pour my clients tea when they arrive, and peer at the leaves, like I'm peering at this right now. But I'll mostly do it for the look of the thing. Wait... that can't be right.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction