Short Story

The Wishing Pool
Lady Connie decided to walk in the woods to visit the wishing pool. She had a special wish she wanted to make, and today would be a lovely day to hike out and make it. So, putting her scarf and shawl on, she headed out for a day trip.
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Fiction
Once
The Prompt Write a story that ends in a desert setting with this last sentence: Engulfed in the desert's parched silence, I was nothing but another grain of sand in the wind.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Fiction
The Tale of Lily and Max: The Journey of our Friendship and Wisdom
In the picturesque town of Brooksville, nestled amid lush forests and scenic landscapes, resided two best friends, Lily and Max. Their tale is one of profound friendship, adventurous spirits, and the pursuit of ancient wisdom. As the story goes, on a sunlit afternoon, the duo stumbled upon a cryptic map, unraveling a journey that would shape their lives.
By Fathima Zainab3 years ago in Fiction
END OF THE LINE
The train rattled along the tracks, its rhythmic motion had lulled me into a peaceful sleep. I was exhausted from a long day of tedious meetings in air conditioned offices, the gentle sway of the train, like a mothers arms was too much and I fell into a deep sleep.
By KISOK3 years ago in Fiction
Perilous Pauline
Setting my books on the desk I dropped into a seat. Not in the very back of the room; too obvious. How do those students in the very back not know the back row is generally known to be trying to be invisible which, naturally, accomplishes the reverse? Nope. Two rows up with five more in front of me. Neutral territory. Hopefully it would keep the teacher from paying me much mind. College so far hadn’t been all I had hoped, and this class was just to fill a requirement.
By Andrew C McDonald3 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of Eternity
In the quiet town of Raven’s Hollow, where shadows clung to the edges of dilapidated houses and time moved like a languid river, I lingered—a specter trapped between the realms of the living and the ethereal. My name, forgotten in the annals of time, whispered through the rustling leaves and the creaking floorboards of decaying homes.
By Oliver 3 years ago in Fiction
A Guardian's Tale Part II. Content Warning.
Part 1, Joan I have lived at the church for as long as I remember. I used to think I was born of divine light, and that I was as much a part of the church as its carved stones and arches. Existing only to revel in worship of His lights. I used to look up to the countless silhouettes, in the stained glass of the windows, representing the martyrs of history, the Great Saints. How I would love to join them, in eternal bliss. I was at peace here in the church, and felt it completely natural for me to be here, in such a place of faith and beauty.
By YonathanJ - Writer3 years ago in Fiction
Disabled Love
“All right, buddy. This is it.” I looked out the car window to see that we’re at the park. I could feel both excitement and anxiety flutter in my stomach. I looked over to Jake, who simply smiled as he scratched my ear.
By R. N. M. Haubrock3 years ago in Fiction
The Cookie. Content Warning.
Stella Jewel loved to bake. She baked all day long. She was always baking little treats for people. She took muffins to old lady Mavis when she was down sick. She whipped up a batch of brownies for Mr. Gowen’s promotion last week. When little Tommy Brown had a birthday, she ensured he had special cupcakes for his party. Every Sunday, she delivered cookies to the soup kitchens around town.
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Fiction
Home Again
Home Again D. A. Ratliff A Detective Elijah Boone Mystery Two days ago, I arrived in my hometown in South Carolina for a weeklong vacation with my family. Today, I—Elijah Boone, Detective Lieutenant with the New Orleans Police Department—sat in the Colleton County Jail, accused of murder.
By D. A. Ratliff3 years ago in Fiction
NOW WILL YA LEAVE ME ALONE? part seven
NOW WILL YA LEAVE ME ALONE? Part seven Max > < > < > < He was lost as to what he could do. He’d only seen a girl cry in the orphanage. Even then, he was only a little child. Time after time, year after year, he watched as new children entered the home. Each time a frightened child walked through the doors, the terrified crying could be heard echoing throughout the rooms. He also remembered watching how the frightened children were calmed and comforted.
By Margaret Brennan3 years ago in Fiction
Away I Go
I was with my lover, and I thought nothing could ever change. But I was wrong, I had to be let go from Earth because of an illness I had. I never imagined it would end this badly, without him life seems dull. Here I am, next to him but he no longer sees me. He seems disoriented. That spark that lightened up his brown eyes was no longer there. As he lay down crying on my side of the bed, I sat next to him and rubbed my hands against his hair. I wish I could have talked to him more before I left, my last word to him was Desert. That’s it nothing else. I couldn’t finish what I wanted to tell him. I wanted to tell him that I wanted to go to the desert one last time, just us.
By Amy Tran3 years ago in Fiction