Short Story

A Companion in the Storm
Today was a day for her. She's standing in the middle of the kitchen, overwhelmed. She was trying to cook dinner, but the dishes weren't clean yet. That was because she had work today, and she hadn't had time since she'd gotten home. She had dealt with 11 toddlers at work for 6 years, and she'd come home and her own young children needed her attention, praise, conversation, stimulation, and validation.
By Hope Martin3 years ago in Fiction
Little Baby Boops
It started as a soft wailing. Ears that were sharply in tune with the cries of her child, the mother calmly walks to the pack-and-play that holds her 12-month-old son. The cries weren't urgent. They were grumpy, and she understood that he didn't want to wake up yet, but for some reason he had. There was discomfort in the cries, and the more time he had to fuss, the more awake he became, and the more prominent the sound of discomfort and pain became.
By Hope Martin3 years ago in Fiction
The Art of Silent Discussions
In a world typically dominated by spoken language, a deeply extensive art of interaction exists beyond words. It's the skill of conveying an extensive conversation between 2 individuals without uttering a single word. This silent exchange is a powerful as well as intimate experience, as well as to fully understand its ins and outs, we must delve into the refined nuances of setup, setting, as well as sensory details that offer deepness and importance to these wordless discussions.
By Josh Ores3 years ago in Fiction
A Witch's Place
Witches have always been depicted as old crones, with warts on their faces and evil in their bones. Little girls go trick or treating with brooms in their hands and pointy hats upon their heads and that is the image of us that they grow up believing. Green face paint that always lingers until the next morning a reminder of the part they had to play.
By El3 years ago in Fiction
One Last Time II. Top Story - September 2023. Content Warning.
I hadn’t entered the room since the night that it happened. How could I? Everything about her space remained the same. Frozen in time. And I was afraid to face it. I was even more afraid of the fact that one day, we may move away from this home. The only one she had ever known. Then, everything she had ever touched would be lost. Forever.
By Ashley Lima3 years ago in Fiction
THE WHITE SKIN YELLOW GIRL PART II
In continuation, as Alice's parents were heading back, they boarded a general vehicle that would convey them back. At the same time, the younger brother of her dad and his wife entered their car to convey them back to Sidney.
By Tef John3 years ago in Fiction
The Jenga Maestro: Building Dreams One Block at a Time
In a small, cozy town nestled between rolling hills and picturesque landscapes, there lived a man named Samuel. He was known far and wide as "The Jenga Master." His skill at the game of Jenga was legendary, and he had become a local hero of sorts. Samuel wasn't just good at Jenga; he was a master, and his mastery had a story of its own.
By Esther Anima3 years ago in Fiction
The Extreme Ice Cream Scooper
Once upon a sweltering summer in the quaint town of Frostburg, there lived a peculiar individual known far and wide as "The Extreme Ice Cream Scooper." This wasn't your ordinary ice cream parlor worker; this was Jasper Frost, a man with an uncanny passion for scooping ice cream.
By Esther Anima3 years ago in Fiction
The Whispering Shadows
In the heart of a forgotten forest, shrouded in perpetual darkness, there stood an ancient mansion. The locals called it the "Whispering Shadows House." It was a place of rumors and chilling legends, a place that sent shivers down the spine of anyone who dared to venture near. The mansion had been abandoned for centuries, but its dreadful secrets remained very much alive.
By Haris Kamran3 years ago in Fiction
The Haunting Cellphone
In a decaying, forgotten house at the edge of a desolate town, an old mobile phone sat on a dusty, cobweb-covered table. Its screen flickered sporadically, casting eerie shadows in the dimly lit room. It was a relic of another era, abandoned by its owner years ago.
By Haris Kamran3 years ago in Fiction
An Impossible Choice
If you wish to rule the nation, then you must do so alone. Those were the words her mother spoke to her on the day of her ascension. When she was chosen by their people to be their next ruler. They saw her as a pillar of strength, who would not waver in the face of adversity.
By El3 years ago in Fiction
The Eye of the Beholder: Floor 03
FLOOR ONE FLOOR TWO ----------- I stand so still, and it makes the movement of the elevator that much more jarring as it begins rising again. If I move, I wonder if the world will stop, but when I try nothing happens.
By lucyjb3 years ago in Fiction