Short Story
Awakening to Wonder
In a serene park on the outskirts of a bustling city, a young Asian girl named Mia lay down on a picnic blanket, her eyes heavy with exhaustion. The warm sun kissed her cheeks, and a gentle breeze rustled the leaves overhead. The chirping of birds and the distant laughter of children filled the air.
By StoryholicFinds3 years ago in Fiction
The Nightmare Woods
My name is Paul Crag, and I find myself wandering through the desolate woods on this chilling night, an unwelcome guest in the realm of shadows and secrets. The moon's pale visage casts eerie specters that mock my presence in these cursed woods, and my every footfall resonates with a mournful echo, as if the very earth beneath me craves to devour my trembling soul. The heavy forest presses upon my psyche, its bony fingers clutching at my sanity, while an air of unspeakable dread suffuses the nocturnal stillness, tormenting me with a foreboding that gnaws at the very core of my being.
By William L. Truax III3 years ago in Fiction
Night of a Wallflower
Short story for the Unspoken contest in which I missed the deadline! I really did enjoy writing this. The music in the room made the walls vibrate. Crowds of people dancing, yelling over the music, laughter filling the air. Mari felt uncomfortable, clinging to her red solo cup while leaning against the wall. Her friends of course made her come to this party and she would make sure they wouldn’t hear the end of it.
By Sara Zervos3 years ago in Fiction
Azazel. Content Warning.
I have been trying to determine if people are laughing with me in friendship or mockery. Each interaction is a test and evaluation of my worth. I carefully analyze every smile and chuckle, hoping to detect any signs of ridicule. Laughter now fills me with doubt and diminishes my self-assurance.
By Elisa Green3 years ago in Fiction
Seaside Dreams
The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm, golden hue over the serene coastal town of Seaview. As the gentle breeze whispered through the palm trees, it carried with it the scent of saltwater and the promise of endless summer days. In the midst of this idyllic setting, there was a girl named Lily, with a heart full of anticipation and a smile that radiated pure joy.
By StoryholicFinds3 years ago in Fiction
Luna's Extraordinary Vision
In a bustling city that never seemed to sleep, there lived a young girl named Luna. What set Luna apart from the crowd was her extraordinary eyes, bright and shimmering like two radiant stars. Her eyes were a source of wonder and enchantment, and they held a magic all their own.
By StoryholicFinds3 years ago in Fiction
Show and Tell
Rupert Smith’s “Show and Tell” There had been many “show and tells” throughout the countryside in little Scarboro where most of the chefs lived and cooked for the wealthy people in the city. One of the chef’s names was Rupert. Rupert was about twenty-five years old when he finished up his education in the Culinary Arts program at the local University. He loved his work and his future appeared to be very bright.
By Dan R Fowler3 years ago in Fiction
Blossoms of Creativity
In the picturesque village of Meadowbrook, nestled at the foot of rolling hills and surrounded by fields of wildflowers, there lived a young girl named Lily. Lily was known throughout the village for her enchanting flower dresses, each one a masterpiece of colors and patterns, crafted by her own hands. Her dresses seemed to capture the very essence of the village, reflecting the vibrant blooms and the natural beauty of Meadowbrook.
By StoryholicFinds3 years ago in Fiction
Shackabomble
Stephanie hurdled into the cinema. "My brother was in a car accident. He was driving and a meth head ran him off the road but the police thought it was his fault and he was arrested. Luckily someone saw the other driver smoking a pipe earlier and they let Jacob go." Everyone else in the group huddled around Stephanie, hugging and consoling her. Everyone except myself and Ricky. 10 years I'd been hearing her bullshit stories. She didn't even have a brother called Jacob. I'd lost count of how many siblings she'd invented over the years. 12 by my count. In a three bedroom house where her grandmother also lived (actually - not by her delusional mind). I was fucking done. All of these lies designed to make people feel sorry for her middle class life with a father, grandmother and actual brother who loved her. "Shackabomble," I said, quietly at first. Everyone stopped talking. "What?" Stephanie said uncertainly. "Shackabomble. Shackabomble. SHACKABOMBLE." I got progressively louder with each Shackabomble. She could see the anger in my eyes as I advanced upon her, sending our friends scattering. She stepped back with each of my steps. "Shackabomble, bitch," I demanded. "Okay," she conceded. "Dad had to drop Eugene [her actual brother] at soccer practice." Everyone stared between us. The power had shifted. Finally someone had called her out. Ricky, a family friend of Stephanie's who also knew the truth, grinned at me. At last. Someone had called her out. Check mate, fucker.
By Renessa Norton3 years ago in Fiction
Breeders
The air was still. Electric thrumming surrounded Ruth on all sides, ringing in her ears like alarm bells. She had to find a way out of this closet, filled with blinking lights and red wires. She was too close to getting caught, and the electric hum made her sick. A fair trade for interrupting the bots tracking her from the inside. The small machines that twirled inside her, pinging the Monitor at every opportunity.
By Eric B. Hunter3 years ago in Fiction
