Short Story

The Butterfly Dancer's Grace
In a quaint village nestled between rolling hills and lush forests, there lived a young girl named Lila. From a very young age, she had been captivated by the delicate beauty of butterflies. Their vibrant wings, the embodiment of freedom and grace, fascinated her endlessly. But it wasn't just their colors that intrigued Lila; it was the way they danced on the wind, their movements as fluid as a gentle stream, that truly enchanted her.
By Monikka R3 years ago in Fiction
The Butterfly's Curse
In the quaint village of Ethervale, nestled between rolling hills and blooming meadows, there lived a young woman named Elara. She was known far and wide for her kindness and grace, but there was a shadow that hung over her life - the infamous Butterfly's Curse. Legend had it that a powerful sorcerer, angered by the village's prosperity, had cursed the town’s butterflies, turning them into harbingers of misfortune. Anyone they touched was said to be cursed for life.
By Monikka R3 years ago in Fiction
Anura’s House
A screaming hissing noise of two electrics was the only thing heard on this quiet night infront of home now owned as a safe haven by the city’s local structural organization…
By MIXHAELI MENTE3 years ago in Fiction
Unbroken Dreams: The Alecia Montague Story
Once upon a time in a small village in France, there lived a young and ambitious woman named Alecia. From early childhood, Alecia was fascinated by the roar of motorcycle engines and the adrenaline rush of fast rides. It was her dream to become a professional motorcycle racer and make a name for herself in the thrilling world of motorsports. Little did she know, her journey would be marked by unimaginable challenges, heartbreak, and ultimately tragedy.
By Otomotifo Media3 years ago in Fiction
When She Met Him….. Content Warning.
Once upon a time, there was a story about these two unique human beings who lived in different cities and different states on this planet during a complex modern society.
By Meghan LeVaughn 3 years ago in Fiction
Under the Moon's Spell
“Goddess, We call upon you this Night in June Under this glorious Strawberry Moon, To come out and commune As we dance to a holy tune.
By Mother Combs (Sharon)3 years ago in Fiction
I'm Sorry I Have to Go
Jonas walked in the middle of winter with the cold wind constantly blowing. Make everyone raise their jacket collars to maintain body temperature. Exhaling produces misty white steam that dances in the cold air of this city.
By Ayu Widi3 years ago in Fiction
The Book Club
September Full Moon “I’m sick and tired of his vindictive acts The way he treats me is abuse, in fact, He’s drunk all the time, swearing and mean
By Kayleigh Fraser ✨3 years ago in Fiction
The Accident
Running along the woods with the forest branch moving differently in the breeze, swaying in the quietness of the night, with the wind hollowing as Mark runs away from an approaching step of an unknown. Listening to his heart beat playing loud in his hear as he runs screaming for help.
By sammy o3 years ago in Fiction
Unexpected Confession
Sharon Sweet looked at the minuscule book in her hands and felt stable. It was one of those oddities that she couldn't help but collect, a tiny tome with secrets and stories hidden within its pages. As she held it delicately, she marveled at the mysteries it might contain. Its pages, filled with writing so small you needed a magnifying glass to decipher it, were like little windows into worlds that only she could see.
By Sergio Rijo3 years ago in Fiction
Blood and Keys of Change
In the bustling city of Irvine, a politician's life was one of constant motion and decision-making. The corridors of power, the sharp-witted debates, and the relentless pace of public life had been her domain for years. She had been a figure of unwavering confidence, standing strong in the face of political storms.
By Sergio Rijo3 years ago in Fiction
Late-Night Rescuer
She had missed the last train, and there was only one person she could think of calling. It was one of those late nights when the city seemed to breathe in a different rhythm, and the streets took on an air of mystery. The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silvery glow on the quiet, deserted platform. Her heart raced as she fumbled for her phone in the dim light.
By Sergio Rijo3 years ago in Fiction