Short Story
The Goddess of Kindness
In the quaint village of Ngekwe, where tranquility and prosperity intertwined like the threads of a finely woven tapestry, life flowed smoothly for its inhabitants. The village was a beacon of harmony, drawing people from neighboring settlements who sought to partake in its prosperity. Among them was a striking young woman named Kaso, whose arrival stirred a ripple of curiosity among the villagers.
By Miracle Solomon3 years ago in Fiction
Daniel's Special Delivery
While his mom watched from her porch, Daniel made little footprints as he brought a gift to Jason, an old neighbor who recently had a stroke. Three doors away was a long journey for a three-year-old, especially on a cold winter day.
By Tom Bissonette, M.S.W. Ret.3 years ago in Fiction
I-90 Freezeout
VOCAL SNOW FICTION CHALLENGE 2.9.24 I-90 Freeze-Out Hands gripped tight on the wheel, head hunched forward, Sam searched the snowy landscape for a turnout. Some place to rest, a hiding spot. His back ached from seven hours of driving in the tense position.
By Steve Murphy3 years ago in Fiction
Not A Christmas Story
The winds of forever winter spat a bitter cold this night. However immune to this, Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner, Blitzen, and Rudolph enjoyed the last refuge of warmth inside Castle Claus. All the while Mrs. Claus paced, watching her husband prepare.
By Jordan Flynn3 years ago in Fiction
Gary and Tom
This story was originally published on Medium. ************** I'll tell you the story about Gary and Tom. We will start with Gary. See, Gary had lived in this area for quite some time. He was born in the area, grew up in the area, and eventually when he decided to put down roots of his own, he stayed in the same general area. His parents had lived here, their parents, and so on. Gary found a spot to call his own. A nice, cool, dark place underground.
By Stephen Kramer Avitabile3 years ago in Fiction
Unfinished Business
My footsteps echoed in the empty hall as I walked through the school. If I listened closely, I could hear the sounds of students and teachers rushing through the corridors. The bang of a locker door would punctuate the roar of talking and the yelling of the students as they tried to navigate the halls and learn about life. It had been decades since I’d been here—four to be exact.
By Kenneth Lawson3 years ago in Fiction






