Short Story

Ripples of Injustice. Content Warning.
In the quaint town of Elmridge, where the sun cast long shadows on the cobbled streets, a darkness lurked beneath the surface—a problem hidden behind the facade of normality. The Thornfield family, a wealthy and influential clan, held the town in an iron grip, making life unbearable for its residents.
By HorizonEdge News Central3 years ago in Fiction
The Ragged Man. Top Story - February 2024. Content Warning.
"Burn her!" The mob were shouting as Carys was brought to the pyre. The ragged man watched from the cover of the building. Carys looked demure, resigned.
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Fiction
Exploring the Unpredictable Beauty of Love's Disarray
In a charming town nestled amid picturesque landscapes of rolling hills and babbling brooks, there thrived a unique phenomenon known as "Love's Disarray." Unlike a tangible location or a concrete entity, Love's Disarray was more of a state of existence, an emotional terrain where hearts wandered along whimsical paths of serendipity and chaos.
By Yogi Tri Agustiyan3 years ago in Fiction
Unraveling Love
In the serene town of Willowbrook, nestled amidst undulating hills and verdant landscapes, dwelled two souls whose destinies were intertwined by the hand of fate – Emily and Nathan.
By Yogi Tri Agustiyan3 years ago in Fiction
No More Poetry
Behind Bars I consider myself a poet, or I did do. I have written many books of poetry but at my trial, they were all burned. My crime, I was accused and found guilty of writing poetry.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Fiction
Magic Bookstore
The day started like any other Saturday morning, with rain casting the town in a dark gray haze. The rain was steady but light as I made my way down the sparse streets of the town. I hummed a random tune as I twirled the umbrella, hopping from puddle to puddle, splashing rainwater on my pants. Saturday mornings always put me in a good mood. It is the one day a week I can visit my favorite place in the world, an old bookstore. The old brick building shows its age compared to the modern shops surrounding it.
By Pamela_Ann953 years ago in Fiction
Therapy: Where the Therapist Needs Therapy Too!
tlepyereheherapi **Therapist:** Welcome to therapy, where your issues become my issues, and we all leave more confused than when we started! So, what's on your mind today?
By Ibrohim3 years ago in Fiction
Encounter with Clueless Cop
tleisad So, there I was, minding my own business, driving down the road at a reasonable speed, or at least what I thought was reasonable until I saw those flashing lights in my rearview mirror. Now, I'm not saying I have a lead foot, but let's just say my car might have mistaken the gas pedal for a dance floor.
By Ibrohim3 years ago in Fiction
My Two-Legged Compass
I have a weakness for photos of men figuring things out. I adore their expressions, the focussed intensity, the dawning of comprehension, the eureka exclamation - “Ah that is what it is all about.”
By Bonnie Bowerman3 years ago in Fiction
Moving In
He was going to ask her to move in with him. They'd been together now for a year and he felt like the next logical step in their relationship was to cohabit and to build; to create a home life.
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Fiction
Language of The Stars
The words mean nothing to me. The neon purple scrawl may as well be hieroglyphics and I’m blind for all the sense they make.
By Obsidian Words3 years ago in Fiction
Keeping You Awake. Top Story - February 2024.
You've drunk your Sleepytime Tea. The dishwasher is running. Pajamas are on. Teeth have been brushed. Face, washed. Pills, swallowed. Cat, fed.
By Rebekah Conard3 years ago in Fiction