Short Story

Hunted
Laura gasped for breath as she cowered against a tree. Sleet whipped at her face as the wind howled, fiercely casting freshly lain snow back into the air. She trembled as she tried to slow her breathing. Where were the others?
By Sian N. Clutton3 years ago in Fiction
Blood on Snow. Runner-Up in Snow Micro Challenge.
Freezing snow on furry snowshoe paws. Later, she will gnaw the icy crystals away that get stuck between the pads, and lick warmth and comfort into them. She will turn on her side and let the last little life suckle. But for now, her mind is a blood-red bullet, aimed only at one thing.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
Life and Water
Once upon a time, in a small village nestled between rolling hills and lush fields, there lived a young girl named Lily. Her life revolved around the abundance of water that surrounded her village. Water, to Lily, was the source of life and the essence of her being.
By Evans Sabah3 years ago in Fiction
To Brand a King
He struggled in the crush, powerful muscles twitching under silken skin, coat darkened with sweat. The iron descended, and he knew. His eyes rolled. Head jerked up, teeth bared, foam flying.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
Lagom
From Real Poetic's challenge: Let me tell you a story. I know that Mr. Gordon would be really upset if he knew I was doing this, but what else can you do in the winter. It's a cold one, and I have somehow made off with a little paper and a pen I made on my own. Amazed what people will trade for just the chance to say something that will keep; something that will go one when I'm long gone.
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Fiction
The stage IV muse
She is much better now. Still wearing my old clothes, but it almost looks intentional now, and dare we say - vintage? There's color on her cheeks and a little meat on her bones and she no longer looks like someone left out in the cold during long winter nights.
By M.3 years ago in Fiction
Time Travel
Time travel is commonly defined with David Lewis’ definition: An object time travels if and only if the difference between its departure and arrival times as measured in the surrounding world does not equal the duration of the journey undergone by the object.
By Rahab Kimondo3 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of Silent Love
In the vibrant city of Port Harcourt, amidst the hustle and bustle of daily life, there resided a woman whose presence seemed to cast a gentle glow upon the world. Ada Obolo Blessing, known fondly as Ada to her friends and colleagues, possessed a rare warmth that radiated from within. Her laughter danced like music in the air, and her smile had the power to brighten even the darkest of days.
By Michael Oregbuyide3 years ago in Fiction
A Day at the Beach (Part 2). Content Warning.
I'm not good at serialisation but I had to return to Susan and Barney and their day at the beach which was a story I wrote back on January 16th. I didn't like leaving Susan like I did, nor Barney, in their plight and so, I've returned to expand on it. The first part is here:
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Fiction
Love?
Once upon a time in a small village, there lived an old wise woman named Elara. She was known for her profound insights on life. One day, a curious young villager named Theo approached her and asked, "What is the true meaning of love?"
By Edgar Diaz3 years ago in Fiction
The Harrowing
It seems an eternity since I last saw Selene shining above me in the night sky. Remembering her pale light often reminded me of dear Mamah with tears in her eyes, her hands tenderly clasping a sprig of laurel. The Laurel in the little glade beyond the village gate always robbed her of joy. Her face wilting in sorrow, she would complain, “Just look what wicked Apollo has done to thee.”
By John Cox3 years ago in Fiction
Desolate
White and grey everywhere and eerily quiet. The fresh fluff is imperceptible against my boots. Sometimes I feel guilty getting lost in how peaceful it can be out here. I glide through the snow toward the village.
By Spencer Goldade3 years ago in Fiction