Short Story

The Silent Lullaby of Ravenswood
In the heart of Ravenswood, a town steeped in shadows and forgotten by time, there stood the Bellinger Mansion—a decaying relic with a history veiled in mystery and terror. A century had passed since the Bellinger family vanished without a trace on a stormy night, leaving the mansion to crumble beneath the weight of its secrets. Whispers echoed through the town, warning of a curse that bound the spirits of the lost family to the forsaken estate.
By Acapella Tales3 years ago in Fiction
Shifting Shades
In the quiet of her room, reflections trace, A mirror's gaze, a delicate embrace. "Mom, do you ever feel the mystery, too?"
By StoryholicFinds3 years ago in Fiction
East England horror story
“Didn’t think I’d see you here.” You hate pubs. So do I. “Yeah, isn’t that odd,” you laugh, looking past my disguise and deep inside of me.
By Tomisin Olawepo3 years ago in Fiction
HDPE Sheets: A Comprehensive Guide to Superior Solutions
In the ever-evolving landscape of construction materials, the shift towards sustainable alternatives has become a hallmark of progressive businesses, cities, and industries. Among the array of eco-friendly choices, High-Density Polyethylene (HDPE) plastic sheets have emerged as a formidable contender, often hailed as the green alternative to traditional wood. In this exploration, we delve into the world of HDPE sheets, their myriad applications, and why they are becoming the preferred choice for a diverse range of projects.
By Sunny Roy3 years ago in Fiction
Misty's Nanny. Content Warning.
Misty’s new Nanny, Felicia, arrived today. She had just been introduced to her and told what was expected of her while she was here. Misty had just stood there lovely and prim, smiling and nodding her head where appropriate. Then, as if she wasn’t even in the room with them, the Nanny had turned to her parents and said that she thought the post would do nicely. Misty was then excused to return to the nursery and continue doing what she was so rudely interrupted when the Nanny arrived.
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Fiction
A Fitting End
The girl sat outside the coffee shop, sipping from a cup. She seemed relaxed, resting casually in her chair, leaning back, one arm laying across her stomach, the other up and holding her cup. One foot sat on the ground, its leg supporting her other leg, which was crossed over it, its own foot gently and slowly bouncing. Her eyes glazed over the morning traffic. One might take her for any other coffee drinker, enjoying a drink peacefully in the morning traffic, but on closer inspection, one would notice that the peace in her eyes was not one of calm, but resignation. Her lips were not set in neutral but had a slight hardness and downturn that matched the subtle resignation in her eyes.
By Katarzyna Crevan3 years ago in Fiction
Ava’s Magic Glasses
Ava had something of a secret. When she was in her early teens, she got a pair of unusual eyeglasses. When she looked through them, she gained a supernatural ability: She would see evidence for any truth she pondered. She would think to herself things such as, What really happened to Amelia Earhart? Immediately, she would see all of what actually happened to that poor woman, playing out in vivid scenes before her eyes. Naturally, she grew somewhat obsessed with using this ability. She’d spend all day wearing her glasses and pondering this and that — questioning history, politics, physics, philosophy, and whatever else was out there for her curiosity to explore.
By Martin Vidal3 years ago in Fiction
God and the Box
God once found a box. It was a small box, even by your standards or mine, but it was a special box. He would try to open it every day, but, for whatever reason, he simply could not. He sent floods, and lightning, and hell flame, but no matter what he tried, he just couldn’t get the lid to move in the least. His attempts to see or divine (as is his way) what was inside were equally futile. He could see clear through any planet, and watch our universe from outside it or the atoms from within them, but he couldn’t get the slightest glimpse of what was inside this little box.
By Martin Vidal3 years ago in Fiction
War of Style Chapter 1
No, I don't know why I have such weird dreams. But it's cool 'coz I can write about them. :) This is Chapter 1 of 3 (so far)
By Ruby Red3 years ago in Fiction
Don't Cry. Content Warning.
She sank deeper within herself, plugging into the Lo-Fi that soothed her heartbreak via her new earbuds. -If I don't hear it it isn't real-. Constance, a name she hated from her girlhood was now someone she no longer knew. She could be anyone, "Maria", "Patricia", "Helen"; but she knew she would not be "Hope".
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)3 years ago in Fiction
Passing of the Reins
My Uncle’s letter told me to meet him at 325 Ambrosia Way, a beautiful three-story mansion on the outskirts of town. Not seeing his car, when I pulled up, I debated getting out or staying in the car to wait for him when I noticed the front door opening. So I got out of the car and walked towards the entrance, not once seeing anyone around the place as I went.
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Fiction
NOW WILL YA LEAVE ME ALONE? part 17
NOW WILL YA LEAVE ME ALONE? Part seventeen Max >< >< >< Tommy paused to catch the sob working its way to the back of his throat. “He couldn’t move. He just lay there, breathin’ funny and whinin’. He couldn’t move. He just lay there. He ..” Tommy stopped, looked down at his beloved dog and biting his bottom lip, couldn’t continue.
By Margaret Brennan3 years ago in Fiction