Short Story
One Minute Past Midnight. Top Story - October 2023.
The great-grandmother alternated pacing and sitting in her rocker threatening to wear two rocker-shaped holes in the wooden floor. Her eyes were red from the crying and she twisted the small cloth clutched in her hands back and forth until her wrists hurt. She muttered in a sing-song voice that would have led any eavesdropper to think she was casting spells. Indeed, perhaps she was.
By Suzy Jacobson Cherry3 years ago in Fiction
Spirit of Solace
In a quiet, unassuming town nestled in the heart of Asia, there was an elementary school that bore the weight of a dark and unsettling secret. It was a place where laughter had once echoed through the hallways, where children's voices had filled the air with innocence and joy. But now, it stood silent and abandoned, haunted by a mystery that had plagued the town for years.
By StoryholicFinds3 years ago in Fiction
Dreams Unveiled
In a quaint little town nestled at the edge of a dense, enchanted forest, lived a girl named Elara. She was unlike the other townsfolk, for Elara possessed a unique gift—she could remember her dreams with unparalleled clarity. Her nights were filled with vivid adventures and cryptic messages that left her pondering the mysteries of life.
By StoryholicFinds3 years ago in Fiction
Man on The bench
A rugged man holding a sign that read “need food or money” lies on a bench in the park wearing torn jeans, a high vis yellow shirt and boots all caked in dirt. A hat next to the sign is open with not a cent in it. He has nothing but a backpack and a blanket with him. The backpack substituted as the worst pillow. Staring off into the distance the man on the bench sees a young woman pass by who drops a few dollars into his makeshift wallet. He nods at her and smiles, she avoids eye contact and continues on as if he were not there. With a sigh the man sits up and grabs his bag. Unzipping it and shuffling through the few things in it he hears someone running towards him. An unknown teenager. He reaches for his wallet to put the few bucks he has now In it. As he reaches his wallet the teenager is next to him and grabs the hat and runs with all his money. Before the man could even utter a word after his initial disbelief the boy is gone, and so is his food money.
By Kristina Brule3 years ago in Fiction
The Hut in the middle of nowhere
In the heart of a dense, ancient forest, there stood a hut in the middle of nowhere. It was a place unknown to most, hidden deep within the emerald expanse of towering trees. Those who had ventured into the forest searching for it had often returned bewildered, speaking of eerie whispers in the wind and the sensation of being watched by unseen eyes.
By Joseph Moses3 years ago in Fiction
SHORT STORY
A boy was also coming regularly to the coffee shop since last one month. Like him, he also sat alone at a table. Eye-poppingly handsome, perhaps quite classy too. But sober. But he would get up at eight o'clock in the evening. Nandini noticed that just then a red colored BMW car came and stopped in front of the coffee shop with its hazard lights on.
By Sirin Moni3 years ago in Fiction
Elixir of Eternity
In the heart of a forgotten forest, cloaked in an enchanting mist, lay a hidden grove. In the grove, amidst towering ancient trees, there stood a mysterious spring, its waters glittering with an ethereal luminescence. This place was known to very few, and those who did were entrusted with a secret that could change the course of their lives forever.
By Joseph Moses3 years ago in Fiction
MOVIE NEWS
The Grove's customary cobblestone streets are adorned with an expansive red carpet surrounding the theatre, accompanied by step-and-repeat backdrops featuring the Eras Tour poster. Surrounding streets were also closed off, with an increased police presence in the vicinity. However, The Original Farmers Market, situated adjacent to The Grove, reassured its patrons through social media that it would remain open for business on Wednesday. Upon visiting, THR observed several barricades preventing Farmers Market visitors from entering The Grove, while Swift's melodies resonated through the speakers above.
By Fahima Nazneen Rahman3 years ago in Fiction
