Short Story
Brushstrokes of Joy
In a small, cozy house nestled on the outskirts of a quiet town, lived a spirited ten-year-old girl named Lily. She was a bundle of creative energy, and her eyes sparkled with a special kind of magic whenever she picked up her colored pencils and sketchbook. Drawing was her passion, her sanctuary, and her most cherished source of joy and happiness.
By StoryholicFinds3 years ago in Fiction
The Winged Man
He was born with a pair of wings, but he never had the feeling of being free. He was always hiding, unable to stop running, as many men from his village and other villages across the land were hunting for him. He always knew that he was different from any of the people amongst the vast land, and he could see that these people in villages near and far feared him. To them he was an immortal monster, the freak show created in a laboratory, just a total abomination to mankind. Scientist offering a prodigious reward for whomever captures him. They wanted to study him, to dissect him, to create more of his kind.
By Malikai Ferarri3 years ago in Fiction
I Hear Voices In My Head
In a world filled with the hum of everyday life, there lived a young woman named Lily. From a young age, Lily experienced something unusual—she heard sounds in her head, sounds that weren't there for anyone else. At first, the whispers and melodies were a gentle presence, akin to a soft, distant radio playing in the background of her mind.
By StoryholicFinds3 years ago in Fiction
Haunted Rumors
I heard the rumors. More accurately, whispers. No one wanted to speak of the ancient ruins atop the hill. Out of curiosity, when I asked folks in town, all I received were frightened or angry looks with comments under their breath. I was the new naive person in town, unaware of the town’s history and lore.
By Chad Pillai3 years ago in Fiction
Animal Conversations
As the sun rises, I wake to a symphony of voices outside my window—whispers of secrets and tales of mischief. Assuming it's a group of people, I look out to find a gathering of birds, engaged in what seems like a full-blown conversation. Panic sets in; I must be dreaming. This unusual start throws off my morning routine.
By Punderful Alexander3 years ago in Fiction
Apprevution. Top Story - October 2023.
“The novelty will wear off anywhere” he said one day. I had been longing to live anywhere but here for as long as I could remember. The dull, red bricks and boxy bushes of privet lining rows of suburban houses, contrasted against a perpetually grey sky.
By Jessica Ward3 years ago in Fiction
Beneath the Killers of the Flower Moon
Beneath the Killers of the Flower Moon In the heart of the American Southwest, where the land stretched out like a canvas of reds and browns, there was a small, forgotten town named Willowbrook. Time had been unkind to this place, leaving it in the shadows of progress and modernity. But beneath its dusty streets lay a secret as old as the desert itself—the legend of the "Killers of the Flower Moon."
By huraira ejaz3 years ago in Fiction
Hellraiser: Elysium
Clive Bradley is an established lawyer who works for the firm Laurence & Ferrell. Clive seemingly has the life that most individuals think they want. He has a great career, big house, nice car and he is socially appealing. He comes from a great family, he has a great circle of friends and a beautiful woman named Claire who has eyes on him who he has yet to make an official relationship with. However, there is one hinderance in Clive’s life that keeps him from being fulfilled: his greedy spirit.
By Joe Patterson3 years ago in Fiction
INCINERAT
It had been five days and the land still smoldered in wisps of curling smoke. All the homes gone, including his. The grey trails rose like mindless cobwebs spun from the earth only to be dispersed by the winds that blew in from the sea just beyond. Smoke from grandparents' beds, children's toys and family albums wafting up in unheard prayer. Things yearning to still be.
By Kevin Rolly3 years ago in Fiction
Roulette. Top Story - October 2023.
This is for Paul Stewart's Unnerve, Unsettle, and Scare Me Challenge, linked here: I was still a little drunk when I got off the bus, full of bottled confidence, bolstered by camaraderie. It had been a good night. We’d talked and laughed, danced a little, and sat shoulder to shoulder in the humid fug of the club, knowing ourselves to be radiant and ripe with power. I had promised I would get a taxi, but I knew I was going to walk. I wanted to walk, to feel the night and the strength in my legs. Plus, it was ridiculous to get a taxi for less than a mile. That dick on the bus wasn’t going to push me around, sitting there, staring at me. Touching himself under his coat I think. Fuck him. I should be able to walk where I want to walk. Shouldn’t have to be afraid.
By Hannah Moore3 years ago in Fiction
