Short Story

Whispers in the Dark: A Journey aboard the Midnight Train
The station platform was bathed in an ethereal glow as the moon hung low in the sky, casting long shadows that danced with the gentle rhythm of the night. Amidst the stillness, the metallic screech of brakes announced the arrival of the midnight train, its sleek silhouette emerging from the darkness like a phantom from another era.
By Danibrezy3 years ago in Fiction
Adriana's Tale
Adriana looked out of her hiding place in the library of the ruined temple of Apollo. This was the one place in her city, Valora, she was sure that none of the wild, painted barbarians would bother to pillage and burn. The smoke from the fires in the rest of the temple had wafted away, the ashes were all cold now, and the screams of the dying had faded away, too.
By Samuel Wright3 years ago in Fiction
The Nightmare
Every night, I cry myself to sleep, knowing I will die, and every morning, I wake up to the sounds of my screams from the same nightmare I dream every night, and this is how it goes…
By Pamela_Ann953 years ago in Fiction
The Hunt For a New Toy. Content Warning.
I stalked the detective through the dreamscape less and less. He got stronger, left hospital. Thinner, and prone to trembling, but still basically fine. He returned to work, and was put on desk duty.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
WORLD OF TWIN
Mom gave birth to twin, congratulations to her, they are all girls. The first child ‘Beauty’ was very beautiful, a carbon copy of her name, very plump, fair, loved by all, compare to the second girl.
By Beauty Etukudo3 years ago in Fiction
Renegade Rebeka
Rebeka was a rebel with a cause. She stood up for what she believed in and didn’t care how popular it made her. It didn’t matter how many times her Pa had beat her; Rebeka wouldn’t change her mind. She was going to continue doing as she’d been doing.
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Fiction
Splinter Girl
Nya moaned a moan that echoed through the vintage kitchen. That splinter in her thumb was too deep to dig out with tweezers.
By Barbara Steinhauser 3 years ago in Fiction
Guardians of the Night
Something happens when we grow up. We stop believing. All of the things that frighten us, amaze us, and protect us as a child become nothing more than a figment of our childish imagination. We are so quick to tell our children that they do not exist. But what if I told you that your children are right? There really is a monster in every child’s bedroom. There is one for each child. Some of them hide under the bed. Some of them hide inside the closet. They wait and watch from outside the child's bedroom window. Most children never see their monster. They are great at disguising themselves. That scratching sound that your child hears, it’s not a tree branch. It’s not just a coat hanging on a hook that they see. The glowing eyes that seem to disappear when they look at them, it’s all real.
By David E. Perry3 years ago in Fiction
Diamond Necklace
In the core of Paris, in the midst of the clamoring roads and rich streets, there stood a curious secondhand store shop named "La Bijouterie Persona." Its endured sign, embellished with blurred brilliant letters, murmured stories of immortal fortunes concealed inside its walls. Inside, the air was thick with history, every curio holding a story ready to be told.
By zulfi bux3 years ago in Fiction
MI AMOR
The humid Havana air clung to Elena like a second skin as she hurried down the cobbled street, the worn leather slippers slapping a staccato rhythm against the stones. Mi amor, she thought, clutching the small, ornately wrapped package tighter to her chest. My love is finally ready after all these weeks.
By Bishnu Kumar 3 years ago in Fiction
WORLD OF TWIN part2
I didn't let the jealousy generate into hatred, because, no matter the state my sis was, she had always showed me more love than anyone else, I can boldly say that sis loved me more than my mom, she always share her secret with me and anytime she came back for holiday, she would bring a box full of clothes for me. She was the one who bought my first android phone for me. I couldn't afford to hate her, she wasn’t my problem.
By Beauty Etukudo3 years ago in Fiction
The Nugget
Vince was panicking, floundering in the tides of bad luck that life continually sent his way. He just felt like he was getting his head above water and then, here was another tsunami setback: a bill; a roof repair; a bad investment; a divorce.
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Fiction