Short Story

Polka and the snow
Snow is falling in the small town of Readsboro, Vermont. Polka (middle name Dot) a six-month-old Dalmatian is looking out the window at the falling snow. She’s all alone while her humans are at work.
By Robert Kegel3 years ago in Fiction
Love's Eternal Flame: A Tale from Ancient Africa
The year is 1984 in ancient Africa, the green savannah stretches out like a vast golden tapestry beneath the watchful gaze of the stars, welcoming as to the birth place of a young warrior named Kofi. With skin bronzed by the sun and eyes as deep as the night sky, Kofi roams the land with a spirit as wild and untamed as the beasts that roam the plains.
By Tevin Milla Ogutu3 years ago in Fiction
Trapped. Top Story - February 2024.
Your mind, as frozen as your body, can’t make sense of this. There is nothing to see but blinding darkness. The only sound, your chattering teeth.
By Cathy holmes3 years ago in Fiction
Creeping Around
“There!” Grams shouted pointing to a heap of snow. “I saw them go in there!” The snow pile she pointed to was nothing extraordinary. Just eight inches of fluffy flakes, sitting next to the old pine tree.
By Meg3 years ago in Fiction
Please Find me
Cold. The only lingering thought in my mind. I huddled my knees to keep them close to my body. I almost feel like I’d lose them if I let go now. I’m stuck in this position. I can’t move until they find me. I won’t.
By Mo Darasi3 years ago in Fiction
The Little Robot. Top Story - February 2024.
Once upon a time, there was a little robot. He was built by some clever people on a blue and white planet you know as Earth.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
The Enchanted Hourglass
Legend had it that whoever controlled the hourglass held dominion over time itself. Many had sought its power, but none had succeeded in unlocking its secrets. Until, that is, the day a humble apprentice named Aria stumbled upon the tower while exploring the forbidden woods.
By Syed Shahmeer3 years ago in Fiction
Tales from the Misty Mountains
Located amidst the rugged terrain of the Misty Mountains, where the air is crisp with the scent of pine and the fog weaves intricate patterns throughout the ancient trees, there lies a village nestled amidst the rugged terrain nestled amidst the misty mountains. Located in the mists of the mountains, it is a place where legends whisper to children and adults alike through the mists, capturing the imaginations of both.
By Syed Shahmeer3 years ago in Fiction
A Conversation
We're so glad to have you here, you are going to be an absolutely perfect fit. How do you know, I have so many faults. What is a fault? What do you see as a fault? What defines a fault? We see "faults2 as just part of your character. They may be part of what makes you interesting.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Fiction
My Lonely Home in the Mysterious Forest
In the heart of an ancient forest, where whispers lingered among the trees and shadows danced with the light, there stood a solitary cabin—a haven for those drawn to the mysteries of the wilderness. Within its weathered walls, amidst the fragrance of pine and the soft glow of candlelight, a journey of solitude and discovery unfolded. Here, amidst the secrets of the forest, one soul sought solace and found a world of wonder, where the line between reality and enchantment blurred with every breath of wind. Join me on a journey into the depths of the woods, where tales of solitude, mystery, and timeless connection await.
By V parame3 years ago in Fiction
“Apples”
Ah yes, apples. The juicy, sweet, and crunchy fruit everyone loves. I too love it so much that I’ll fight for it if it’s ever the last food available on earth. There are a lot ways you can cook it. You can make it into a pie. Make it as a jam for your toast. Or as the trending TikTok fruit recipe, the “tanghulu” or you can eat it as it is, raw and fresh.
By Alcerist 3 years ago in Fiction
Snow Angel. Content Warning.
Snow falls gently, uncaring, on the small, stiff body. Pretty flakes dot her whiskers. The breeze stirs her tortoiseshell fur. Blood has dripped from her injured mouth to decorate her white chest. Her eyes, half shut, are filling up gently. Her claws are broken; they found no purchase on the tarmac when the van caught her.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction