Short Story
The forever love chronicles
the Forever Love Chronicles, a tale that spans across time and captures the essence of true, everlasting love. In this epic saga, we follow the journey of two souls destined to be together, their love transcending all obstacles and standing the test of time.
By Luciana Xavier3 years ago in Fiction
How Did Loki End up Gifting Thor's Hammer?
Loki, the Norse Spirit of Mischief, once looked for another chance to taunt his fellow Guardians while living close to Asgard, the North Supreme Beings' capital. Sif, the wife of Thor and the protector of agriculture, the sky, and thunder, adored her gorgeous, free-flowing blonde hair. One morning, when Thor noticed her hair was damaged, he was outraged and assumed Loki—who is known for his mischievous nature—was responsible. Thor confronted Loki and demanded that Sif's golden curls be returned. Loki requested permission from Thor to visit Svartelheim because he believed that only the dwarves there could assist. The dwarves also created two other gifts for Asgard in addition to fresh golden locks for Sif. Instinctively seeking out other dwarves to produce even more wonderful creations, Loki bet they couldn't top his past presents. He pretended to be a fly to assure their failure but was unable to obstruct their efforts. The best gift was a strong hammer made by the dwarves called Mjolnir, but Loki's attempt to destroy it was unsuccessful. The gifts were given to Odin, Thor, and Freyr, and Loki owed the dwarves his head. Loki, ingeniously, claimed that he pledged his head, not his neck, and they chose to glue his mouth shut.
By Darlington Sunday3 years ago in Fiction
Paternity
Charlie eyed the waiting room children's toys with uneasy judgement. He was picturing the countless children over the years who had played with blocks on rails, the picture book with flaps for doors, windows, and gates, and a winding, pull-along caterpillar with wheels, imagining what it would be like if he had a child with Natasha, sitting beside him in Dr. Manning's practice, to bring and let play with them.
By Conor Matthews3 years ago in Fiction
Of Tomatoes, Airports and Trains
Two days before the Easter of 2023, I flew back home to the east of Poland from my paradise in sunny Catalonia. I left with regret as I hadn’t had enough time to plant my tomatoes, and I wasn’t due back for another few weeks, which meant that I was going to miss out on a few weeks of tomato growing time.
By Marcin na Polainne3 years ago in Fiction
Family Gathering. Content Warning.
Jon was driving to take his kids to see their mom and his parents. His mother had invited them over for dinner tonight and said she had a big announcement to make to the whole family and wanted him to come, too. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be going.
By Mother Combs (Sharon)3 years ago in Fiction
The Chrono-Guardian. Content Warning.
In a not-so-distant future, humanity has unlocked the secrets of time travel, a breakthrough that revolutionized civilization. However, it also brought forth the need for safeguarding the integrity of the time stream. The "Chrono-Guardians," an elite organization, emerged to shoulder this immense responsibility.
By Mahin Bin Majid3 years ago in Fiction
My Daughter Was Expelled From School
My daughter was expelled from school today. And, I’m furious! Now. Before I mention what she did, I’d like to argue that expulsion is an outdated and outrageous method for teaching a student a lesson. It’s not rehabilitating. It’s a form of outcasting and getting rid of problems, rather than using a community’s resources extensively to heal. If school is supposed to be substantially more advanced than it was when I was a child, then why are we still expelling students when it’s 2059!? But, since my daughter’s teacher Mr. Anderson Internet is a monotone, over analyzing, skinless, and emotionless know it all I don’t believe they were programmed to agree with my stance.
By Alexis Dean Jr.3 years ago in Fiction
Whispers into Madness . Content Warning.
The morning sun streamed through my bedroom window, yet its warm glow brought little comfort. Another sleepless night had left my mind clouded as I stared blankly at the ceiling. I knew what waited for me beyond these walls—the piercing stares, hushed whispers that followed wherever I walked. Like ghosts they haunted me, echoing fragments of conversations I wasn't meant to hear.
By Atugwu Racheal3 years ago in Fiction
