Short Story
How to take a bullet. Content Warning.
I shot papa square in the heart but he didn’t die. That damn bible he carried with him saved his life. I was considerable lucky that papa had his axe at hand, and that he kept it sharp. I picked it up. It was a heavy thing, so I swung with all my might and put it right through his head. Seein’ his brains made me throw up. I moved away so it wouldn’t get on papa. That would be disrespectful.
By kierra ussery 3 years ago in Fiction
Luna's Moon Adventure
I wrote a story for my son that I wanted to read to him during the night. This is an English translation of the story. Would this work as an evening story before bedtime? He likes bunnies and Star Wars, so wanted to combine these elements to create a story, I hope you like it.
By Mattias Landegren Örtlund3 years ago in Fiction
Rox Vs. Rotto
Rox Kasker circled his wounded prey with murderous intent. He spun his large, double-edged ax in his leathery hands while he studied his victim, deciphering the best, and most satisfying way to kill it. The rain had ceased its downpour and the jackals had fled the area after Rox’s men had killed six of them. The forest was dead quiet, so quiet that Rox could actually hear the heartbeat of his prey, pounding inside of his enormous chest. The Gungan had ordered Pyrus to venture deeper into the woods, to make sure the jackals were not preparing for a surprise attack, but that had been over an hour ago, and he had not yet returned. Rox could only assume that his comrade had perished, or found himself lost. IG-96 was slowly casing their perimeter, scanning for heat signatures.
By Kale Sinclair3 years ago in Fiction
Accidental Taxi Driver
Kunshan City, I am standing at the bus stop it looks like there will be no more buses out here tonight. I can still go from the other side and check another line, how come I have lost myself in time I actually knew that one time something like this may happen to me.
By Antea Lumina Kala Matylda 3 years ago in Fiction
Harmony in Chaos: Thoragon's Odyssey of Self-Discovery on the Battlefield
Thoragon, born amidst the echoes of distant conflicts, was destined for the crucible of war. Raised in the shadows of a military legacy, his childhood echoed with tales of valor and sacrifice. A prodigy in tactics, Thoragon enlisted early, seeking purpose in the rhythmic chaos of battle. Yet, questions lingered, an inner turmoil that defied strategic precision. For years, the enigma of his purpose haunted him, a relentless adversary. In the relentless dance of gunfire, Thoragon embarked on an odyssey of self-discovery, unearthing a profound revelation that transcended the battlefield—a journey from the echoes of ancestral tales to the symphony of his existence.
By Mattias Landegren Örtlund3 years ago in Fiction
The Long and Painful Death of Sandie Malone. Runner-Up in Arid Challenge. Top Story - November 2023. Content Warning.
November, 2023, Colorado Desert. Mam, before we begin, I just want to say that I will be offering no apology for betraying you at your funeral. It was the best thing I could have done. I don't even mind if you do come back and haunt me. I think I would enjoy that.
By Caroline Jane3 years ago in Fiction
The Other Side of the Solar System
I woke groggy and confused, momentarily forgetting where I was. The couch. Rubbing the bleariness from my eyes, I rose and stretched. Outside the wall sized window of my living room, the speckled lights of the vast metropolis painted me in their starlit glow. It was still dark, the never sleeping cityscape of Galactic Center bathed my living room in a calm indigo ambience.
By Dakota Rice3 years ago in Fiction
The Fascinating Truth: The Brain is Alive for 7 Minutes After Death!
Title: The Enigmatic Journey: The Brain's Seven Minutes of Afterlife Once upon a time, in a small town nestled amidst rolling hills, a renowned neuroscientist named Dr. Amelia Collins embarked on a groundbreaking study that would challenge the very boundaries of life and death. Driven by an insatiable curiosity, she sought to unravel the enigma surrounding the human brain's activity after the cessation of life.
By Riches Avenue3 years ago in Fiction
A rock, alone
In a forest lush and teeming, where trees whispered ancient secrets and brooks giggled over pebbles, there resided a rock. Not just any rock, mind you, but one of distinguished character and somewhat peculiar aspirations. This rock, named Rocky (by no one in particular, since rocks rarely get named), lay nestled beneath ferns and moss, a silent observer of the verdant utopia.
By Cody Segraves3 years ago in Fiction
An Unsentimental Christmas Celebration
In a world steeped in the sentimental glow of twinkling lights, warm embraces, and the ever-present jingle of holiday tunes, there exists a space for those who dare to celebrate Christmas with a touch of realism—an Unsentimental Christmas Celebration. Amid the festive frenzy, where sentimentality often reigns supreme, this alternative approach beckons with a promise of simplicity, practicality, and an unfiltered view of the holiday season.
By Ali Raza (Story Bard)3 years ago in Fiction
