Short Story

The Scent of Love
Love is a delicate flower that captivates the heart and soul, offering protection and comfort in the storms of life. Its fragrance, similar to a blooming flower, fills the air with sweet and intoxicating aromas, drawing us closer and making us yearn for more.
By Tarry Verna 3 years ago in Fiction
The Last Chapter
I never thought that this day would come. You see it in movies, and you hear stories about it, but you never think that it will happen to you. Everything around me was dead silent. The only thing that I could hear was my heart pacing fast. My palms were so sweaty, but she wanted to hold my hand tightly for comfort. Tears were rolling down from her eyes as she tried to crack a smile. I sighed loudly, but the words just couldn't come out of my mouth.
By Adrianna Anastasiades 3 years ago in Fiction
Beyond the Stars: Guardians of the Deep Space Outposts
In the vast expanse of the cosmos, humanity found its last hope among the Deep Space Outposts. These floating islands of metal and glass were humanity's final frontier, scattered across the galaxy like stars in the night sky. Earth, once a bustling home, had become a distant memory, a planet lost to time and space.
By Monikka R3 years ago in Fiction
Project Elysium: Paradise Lost
In the not-so-distant future, Earth had succumbed to its own excesses. Environmental degradation, social inequality, and political turmoil had pushed humanity to the brink. In a desperate bid for survival, the world's wealthiest and most influential individuals initiated "Project Elysium." They constructed a massive, self-contained spaceship named Elysium, designed to be an opulent paradise floating amidst the stars.
By Monikka R3 years ago in Fiction
The Loss Of A Father. Content Warning.
Cathy and Jason stood by their father's grave in silence. It had been three weeks since that horrible motorbike accident had taken him. Neither of them could accept that he was gone, and the grief felt like they were constantly falling into a black void with no light. They had no words for each other, only the silent tears of their hearts which were consumed with the stabbing pain of loss, anger, darkness, and sadness.
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Fiction
Non-Verbal
Their friendship wasn't founded on many words, but a plethora of feelings. They could say so much without speaking, words didn't need to describe the emotions and experiences for either friend. It was difficult for either of them to describe what they felt anyway. The masks they wore came off, layer by layer when they were together. The TV remote would hit restart on a favorite film and neither would need to ask questions or sigh in frustration. There was a nod of acceptance and often a smile. Sometimes there didn’t even need to be a reaction, they just knew. They knew when it was a one movie, all day, sort of vibe - and went with it. Neither questioned the other, and just sat in an acceptance that the neurotypical world couldn't quite grasp.
By Josey Pickering3 years ago in Fiction
The White Room
Unable to handle his anxious curiosity anymore, Lionel nervously peeked at his new friend. Austin was still sitting while staring at the white wall before him, his arms pinning his knees to his chest. He was chewing the nail on his thumb even though it was already a stub and he seemed to be trembling, despite the white room not being cold at all. And worst of all, Lionel was almost a hundred percent sure that Austin’s breathing had gotten even more erratic and shallow.
By Rebecca Patton3 years ago in Fiction
A little girl in the Moon
A long time ago in Karinji Jambi, there was a little girl living with her family. The little girl lived with a father, mother, brother, grandfather, and grandmother.
By devi aria3 years ago in Fiction
The Passing of the Cup
Many eons ago in a distant far-off place, known to the modern-day tongue as the heavenly realm, dwelt a republic of numinous noblemen and women of priestly, knightly, and kingly appellations. The splendor of this ethereal sphere is one only those who dwelt therein could perceive in totality its rich and lustrous nature. Within this realm much feasting, peace, and harmony abided, for there was an overabundance of plenty. The mornings were spent in solitude, as all were sublimely whole and content within themselves. The afternoons were spent round table feasting together as one people, for none hungered to snare the other. The evenings were filled with much dancing, singing, and jubilee as a people united under the blaze of good will and kinship; and the nights, oh the nights, they were filled with a deep divine sovereign pleasure that burned throughout the eventide and smoldered to ash at daybreak. The incongruous beauty of this range possessed an everlastingness that extended to the width and depth of its range, which seemed to all endless.
By Anne R.3 years ago in Fiction
Mother Earth
Once upon a time, long ago, on a planet called Earth, there was a woman jaunting along a dirt patch road. As she sauntered down the road, a cool breeze swept through the trees and ruffled and scrunched the leaves, tousled the coils of her hair, and gently lifted the fragrance of the spring blooms to the air. She paused as the current of the wind encircled her entire body and took in the sweet dewy fragrance of the posies and the earthy musk of the leaves, and then continued on her journey. She came to a pampas grass field and ventured deep into its plain, ever while taking in the softness of the plant's tendrils as they brushed against her skin.
By Anne R.3 years ago in Fiction
The lighthouse
The young boy of no more than nine lay with his face in the wet sand. Breaking waves churned over his skinny white legs. The water swept around his shoulders and sizzled past his ears as it drained away. He opened his eyes and pushed himself up, but not before a bigger wave broke and almost knocked him over again. Brushing wet sand off his soaked shorts and tee shirt he squinted through his blonde fringe into the sun, down the beach. Not a soul in sight, at least not as far as the glaring sun would allow him to see. And nobody in the other direction either.
By Davi Mai3 years ago in Fiction
The Hunt for the Chimera
In the heart of ancient Greece, where myths and legends mingled with the tangible world, I found myself on a quest like no other. My name is Aelius, and my destiny intertwined with that of a monstrous creature—the Chimera.
By Haris Kamran3 years ago in Fiction