Short Story
The Chronicles of Infinite Realms.
In the heart of the gaming universe, where pixels danced to the rhythm of imagination, a legendary event unfolded that would forever change the landscape of virtual realms. It was a time when gamers from every corner of the globe sought refuge in the infinite possibilities offered by their favorite pastime. These weren't just games; they were gateways to worlds where heroes were born, epic quests were embarked upon, and friendships were forged through shared adventures.
By JovitaEdwin3 years ago in Fiction
The Lonely Barista. Top Story - January 2024.
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
Teddy Bear
"What is that, darling?" He had olive green eyes and the mind of the devil at times. But it was her and his true friends that caused him to learn to love, to laugh, to smile at the simple things. His friends helped so much and gave him hope. But it was her that made him realize that the world didn't have to be all black and white. It was her laugh that made him hear the laugh of the world, her smile that made him see the smile of strangers, and her touch that made him feel the earths beauty and not just its sins. He was lounging in the couch in her parents living room. His hair dark like one of chocolate, his skin of heavily creamed coffee, and the voice of a man with a slight temper.
By Madison B. 3 years ago in Fiction
Spira, the Tiniest Tree
Once upon a time, in a cozy little tree farm, nestled there among the giants, was a small spruce named Spira. “Spira,” pronounced like "speer-ah," means a little sprout, just beginning to grow. She was the smallest tree on the farm, with branches soft and fine, and needles that shimmered like dewdrops in the morning sunshine. The air around her was crisp and fresh, filled with the earthy scent of pine and soil, a peaceful haven under the wide blue sky.
By Xine Segalas3 years ago in Fiction




