Short Story

The First Time
He woke, startled, his dreams were nightmares but had faded. It was quiet, he could not remember the last time that he had woken up to virtual silence. He could hear some movement but nothing that perturbed him.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Fiction
The Unpleasant of Darkmoon Roadway: A Genuine Harrowing Tale
One time per year, on the unpropitious evening of the Darkmoon, a frightful air plunges upon the abandoned stretch of street referred to just as Darkmoon Parkway. Settled amid thick woods and spurned scenes, this parkway has for quite some time been murmured about in quiet tones by local people, its name sending shudders down the spines of even the most courageous spirits. Legends talk about baffling vanishings, spooky nebulous visions, and the discernible presence of something evil sneaking inside the shadows.
By Ashok3 years ago in Fiction
The Dragons legacy . Content Warning.
A magical adventure A group of siblings inherits a mysterious family heirloom—a dragon-shaped pendant—unleashing a magical curse that transforms them into dragons at night. To break the curse, they must embark on a perilous journey to find the source of the magic and unlock their true destiny.
By Gift Sunday 3 years ago in Fiction
The story
It is not easy to pass the past and find yourself in the present. It is not easy at all and let me please explain that to you.
By Emad Blake3 years ago in Fiction
The Greatest Gift
Something isn’t right. This place is all wrong. I know it as soon as I come to. How long I have been out cold, I cannot tell. I try to focus. To remember, but the effort sends me spinning. I struggle for air. I need a hit of oxygenated blood to stop the descent, but I can’t get it.
By R.S. Sillanpaa3 years ago in Fiction
Lament of a Misplaced Hat
The head that wore me was that of a writer. A good head, I suppose, but a head so full of story fragments and poetic notions that it turned his mind to mush.
By Judah LoVato3 years ago in Fiction
A tiny Halo with a MIGHTY job
Let’s see shall we... all the places I've trekked on this journey. Unintentionally of course. *Insert Eye Roll Here* (if I had eyes that is).
By Hayley Matto3 years ago in Fiction
Alone In The Snow. Top Story - February 2024.
The soft white flakes were falling heavily, blanketing the ground with a white quilt. The quilted softness might have been appealing through the eyes of other on-lookers, but to me it looked cold, and hardened just like my heart. I examined the crystal-clear beauty of an icicle on a nearby tree, clear, sparkling and beautiful. The tears rolling down my cheek were also clear, but unlike the icicle, they were not beautiful; each tear froze against my skin, burning white-hot like ice when it touched the skin.
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Fiction
Barstable, the Night Warrior
This story has been written for RM Stockton's February Write Club Prompt and you can read about that below: This month's prompt is to write about the monster under your bed.
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Fiction
~ Fantastical:the Fairytale!
Part 2 of the Fairytale Story titled Fantastical! Or is it? ~ The Dungeon of the Heart of Man: What befalls it!~ Down into the depth of darkness, oh shall your story go,
By Jennifer Cooley3 years ago in Fiction
Feeling Happy Again
In the middle of a busy city, there was a cozy café called "The Sunshine Spot." People came here to share stories, laugh, and feel connected to others.
By M.Fiaz3 years ago in Fiction
Safely Home
As we leave Grandma’s house the snow packing the roads makes the tires of the truck slip and my heart climbs a little higher into my throat each time. I look at Dad behind the wheel in the seat next to me. He smiles at me encouragingly as he turns onto the freeway. As we approach the point of the mountain, I feel the back of the truck wiggle precariously behind us. I might only be ten, but I understand all too well how dangerous snow can be. I lost my cousin four years ago on a night like this and ever since I have secretly been terrified of riding in cars in the winter. Again, I look over at Dad and see his strong jaw isn’t clenched in nervousness, his knuckles aren’t turning white from the strain of holding the wheel. He actually appears completely relaxed. He glances over to me long enough for his eyes, full of love and reassurance, to meet my own. My heart stops pounding and the knot in my stomach loosens. No longer terrified, I am now able to enjoy the beauty of the silent blanket that is covering the world around me. I watch the flakes fly at the windshield like stars streaking past a rocket ship and enjoy the remainder of the ride home. Finally, after nearly twice as long as it normally takes, we pull into our driveway. Dad got us safely home and I now know he always will.
By A. J. Schoenfeld3 years ago in Fiction