Short Story
Next Year's Christmas Presents
It was the first weekend after New Years Day celebrations had passed, and as per her tradition, Janette began taking the decorations down to be packed and stored. But it was a little different this year and it was going to very different for her family next year.
By Shirley Belk3 years ago in Fiction
Hello. Content Warning.
Hello. I suppose most communication begins with a polite greeting. Whether it be between two people, a friend rejoining their small crowd, or a broadcast to the entire world population, a proper greeting is not only the custom, but an expectation.
By Holly LeuVoy (Draper)3 years ago in Fiction
The Dowager’s Pearls. Top Story - January 2024.
The Dowager’s Pearls D. A. Ratliff A Detective Elijah Boone Mystery She preferred everyone to call her Dowager Estelle Montmorency, a title befitting her status, at least in her mind, as New Orleans nobility. As of this morning, however, she would be known as the late Dowager Montmorency. A blow to the back of her skull changed her status rather quickly.
By D. A. Ratliff3 years ago in Fiction
The Adventure of Lumina's Heart
In the ethereal realm of Lumina, where the sky danced with hues of sunrise and the very air hummed with enchantment, dwelled the inseparable quartet: Lila, the spirited and audacious rabbit; Theo, the gallant and quick-thinking squirrel; Maya, the intrepid and fearless mouse; and Oliver, the tender-hearted and revered bluebird.
By Ravishankar V K3 years ago in Fiction
The Purse and Park
A light drizzle was falling as Alister left his home, grabbing his umbrella as he went through the door, nearly slipping on the black ice that had formed on his step when a scream could be heard. He looked around when a suspicious figure was running from the park entrance and Alister began his chase and stopped when he heard a faint call for help in the darkness. Turning around, he entered the park where he noticed someone lying on the ground and rushed over to the victim's side. He grabbed his phone and began to dial the police when a small hand reached up and grabbed his sleeve, looking down he looked into the blue tear streaked eyes of a young lady that had just been assaulted. Her jacket had been torn, and she gripped the remainder of the strapped that used to be her purse. He reached down and asked if she was feeling okay and offered to help her up and asked if she needed help to get to the police station when her eyes went wide with fear and he just looked at her and asked if she knew who it was and she said she didn't. Alister then looked around when he noticed a small scrap of paper on the ground next to where the girl had been laying then picking it up he noticed part of an address on it and asked the girl if she knew it and she said she didn't. He then helped the young girl back to his apartment when he asked her what she was doing in the park at this hour and she said she was meeting someone there that her friend set up for her and thought she was safe there, when he asked her if she knew the name of the person she was suppose to meet and she said she didn't when he handed her his phone her and asked her to call her.
By K.C. Keats3 years ago in Fiction
The House that Loved Me
When I heard the fantastic and historic Lovewell mansion went up for sale, I gave Barry a sharp elbow in the side, a gleam in my eye. I showed him the listing on my phone, an image of the perfect stucco and stone Tudor mansion. I giggled to myself. "Help me achieve my dreams!" I said, snuggling into his neck. He laughed. "Yes, I am a vehicle for all your wants and desires, aren't I?" But he too wanted to get a closer look at the property, all 5,500 square feet of it. He flipped through the images of it on his phone. "This is stunning," He said softly. "I mean, wow. Of course, when you live in an apartment, every home is impressive, but not close to this level."
By Jennifer L Osborne3 years ago in Fiction
The Day of the Kill. Content Warning.
This story has been written in response to L.C. Schäfer's proposal to spend 2024 losing my mind...sorry, I mean, choosing to write a microfiction story every day, making 366 stories for every day of this lovely leap year. You can check her original story out here:
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Fiction
The Monkey King
Once upon a time, in the mystical land of Huaguoshan, there lived a mischievous and clever monkey born from a stone egg. This extraordinary creature possessed incredible strength, agility, and a fiery spirit that would eventually earn him the title of the Monkey King. His name was Sun Wukong.
By Korey Ebrima3 years ago in Fiction
