Short Story

Chinese Folktales: Exploring the Secret of "Sitting on the Platform with Gongs and Drums" of Ancient Meishan Culture
The Establishment and Fall of the Northern Song Dynasty and the Legacy of "Zuo Tai Guanggu" The Northern Song Dynasty, though smaller in territory compared to the Tang Dynasty, marked the end of over 70 years of disunity and established a unified rule south of the Yellow River. However, a peculiar phenomenon emerged in the Song Dynasty, which persisted even into the Southern Song Dynasty: a strong emphasis on literature over martial arts. Perhaps this was due to the fear of replication of Zhao's seizure of power through a military coup. As a result, military power was weakened, as exemplified by the incident known as "Cup of Wine to Dissolve Military Power." From then on, the focus shifted towards economic development.
By longzhan lin3 years ago in Fiction
The Enchanted Dance of the Fields
There once was a mystery that astounded and bewildered the residents of a small, peaceful town at the base of rolling hills. A young woman was discovered dancing in the middle of nowhere one warm summer evening, and that was how it all started.
By Tinyiko Shitlhangu3 years ago in Fiction
Whale Song
Time slows to a crawl when you're falling 200 feet from the ground, flying birds are still, wings locked in mid-flight, the floating clouds become frozen tufts of cotton in the sky watching as your body becomes closer and closer to pavement. The sun casts you in its rays for the last time, like the final kiss from the loved one before they lower your body six feet under, or a final cradle in your mother's arms as she kisses you goodbye for the very last time. And then…
By Jupiter3 years ago in Fiction
Boredgasm
'Okay, I've got the one contract in about three hours and there is the marking I should finish up with the college and what about the class that they promised me on Wednesdays and Fridays starting this month, like it is already November and they said that I had a good chance of getting at least one more private one online and maybe in class (they pay more, she said), oh god, why do I do this to myself when I have free time and there is nothing else to do but have the guitar around and play and check those scales again and it seems like it needs to be re-tuned but that can wake and what about the weather today I should probably go for another run and see if the pain in my right calf is gone for good - some ibuprofen would help; do I have any right now? - it would probably be a good idea to read something now and then have something ready for dinner before I went out the kitchen is a real mess and there isn't much in the cupboards right now...
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Fiction
My Grandmother's Attic
My Grandmother's Attic It was raining, again, and it was cold out, too, and there was nothing to do. “Watch TV,” my grandmother said.
By Selaine Henriksen3 years ago in Fiction
A Prescription for Murder
A Prescription for Murder Mom was really mad. She'd grounded me for two weeks because of the whole “could have been hurt” thing. She wanted to ground Gran too but, hah, as if. And she still wouldn't let me get a dog, not even one as cute as the one in the painting I'd found. She told me it was a Papillon, which is French for butterfly. Because of the dog's ears, I guess.
By Selaine Henriksen3 years ago in Fiction
A Crime Story
A CRIME STORY "April, would you care to join us here on Planet Earth?" Mr. Grant's deep voice cut through my thoughts. The class laughed. My cheeks burned. I fixed him with my best gimlet stare and set down my pencil, which I had been using to draw a picture of a cute little dog with big ears, a papillon, they're called.
By Selaine Henriksen3 years ago in Fiction
Back To Basics. Top Story - November 2023.
"This is going to be the death of me", I thought as I filled the pot with bottled water. I didn’t have a sink in my apartment, and even if I did, I wasn’t sure I trusted the landlord or the city enough to drink either of their water. The small red light on the hot plate glared at me from the fold-out counter as I contemplated how I had never known anything other than life in the city. The honking horns, flashing neon lights, and endless crowds were my nightly companions. There was no escaping the noise of the city.
By Aaron Richmond3 years ago in Fiction
The Legacy of the Yellow Castle
The warm glow of the sun bathed the rolling hills in golden light as Sarah, a girl with long, blonde hair, approached her grandfather's house. The sight of the place never failed to fill her with wonder. It was a yellow castle, a stately mansion that stood as a testament to her grandfather's years of hard work and success. She had visited many times before, but this trip felt different. Today, she was about to discover a family secret that would change her perspective forever.
By StoryholicFinds3 years ago in Fiction
Embracing the Extraordinary in the Everyday
Along the serene waterfront, where the gentle waves kissed the shore, there was a girl named Eliza. She walked along the water's edge, the fine sand beneath her bare feet contrasting with the white sundress she wore and the jean jacket draped over her shoulders. The rhythmic sound of the lapping waves provided a soothing backdrop to her contemplative thoughts.
By StoryholicFinds3 years ago in Fiction
The Whispering Forest
Amidst the emerald depths of an ancient forest, where dappled sunlight filtered through the towering trees, there was a girl named Lila. She was drawn to the woods like a moth to a flame, feeling an inexplicable connection to the natural world that surrounded her.
By StoryholicFinds3 years ago in Fiction
ThanksGazm
ThanksGazm - Blissful satisfaction from thanksgiving dinner. Marla woke up on the morning of Thanksgiving and her stomach was growling in anticipation for the dinner she was going to at her family’s house. She had a talk with her friend Rudy the day before who told her about something called a “Thanksgazm”which is when you feel an overwhelming bliss from eating a great thanksgiving dinner. Marla was as curious to see if she could have one almost as much as she was hungry for all the great food she knew her mom and grandma cooked.
By Joe Patterson3 years ago in Fiction