Short Story

Rawhead and Bloody Bones
Once, long ago, in the wilds of Mississippi, lived an old conjure woman named Betty. Betty was a weird old woman with wild, woolly hair and a witchy, wicked wit, and she lived in a shack in the deep recesses of the woods, alone.
By Tom Baker3 years ago in Fiction
Spilled. Content Warning.
"YOU WILL PAY, FATHER!" He had firmly clasped his hands onto his progenitor's wrists. "LEARN YOUR PLACE," the elder figure casted his son down, throwing him across the sky, "PUP!"
By Thavien Yliaster3 years ago in Fiction
The Traveling Party
They were a mixed batch if nothing else; a traveling party of four: An anthropomorphic warforged, an undead, an old drunk wearing furs who clearly had PTSD; and the strangest of all - a normal, healthy, little girl who claimed to have fallen out of the sky.
By Tinka Boudit She/Her3 years ago in Fiction
Neverland. Runner-Up in Tales Retold Challenge.
‘We’re going to get caught.’ ‘No, we're not.’ ‘She’s going to hear us.’ ‘No, she isn’t.’ ‘But what if we get stuck up there?’
By Sian N. Clutton3 years ago in Fiction
Spinderella
Once upon a time, as I am sure most of you have heard, there was a girl. Her name was Cinderella, and she was a beautiful young maid to her stepmothers and stepsisters. She awaited the day that her Prince Charming would swipe her off her feet, and if you know the story you wouldn't be surprised to hear that one day he did. Indeed!
By Ruby Estelle 3 years ago in Fiction
Ugly as a Goose
Once upon a time, there was a little pond. And in that pond, swans would come and roost, and all their grey little cygnets would swim about.
By Malcolm Roach3 years ago in Fiction
Cinderella and the Enchanted Compass
Once upon a time in a land filled with magic, lived a young woman named Ella. However, in this retelling of the classic fairy tale, Ella's defining trait was not her glass slipper but her extraordinary talent for navigation and her deep love for exploration. Ella's father, a skilled sailor, had passed on his knowledge to her, teaching her to read the stars and use an enchanted compass that always pointed toward adventure.
By Ojas Baid3 years ago in Fiction
An Age Ago
Eve, The first time I see your face is in anger. We’re stranded in the morning light, framed by lilies and lavender, clinging together in the Garden for the last time, cast away from everything we know by the claws of a cruel God. (You were not created for me, just as I was not created from him.) Your eyes are dark brown and your lips look like a refuge. You are the most beautiful woman in the universe, a goddess of love and wisdom. You remind me of a hurricane and your dress’s laces weave together like strands in a loom. You’re angry with me, as always, and your dark hair flows over your shoulders like venom. The rolling hills smell of incense and myrrh. (Some nights, secretly, when Father’s ear is turned from us, I think I’d rather reek of brimstone.)
By Sam Much3 years ago in Fiction
Cinderella's Modern Adventure
In a bustling metropolis, lived a young woman named Ella. She was known for her kindness, intelligence, and unwavering determination. However, Ella's life wasn't all glamour and gowns; she worked as a talented software engineer, often overlooked and underappreciated by her stepmother and stepsisters.
By Ojas Baid3 years ago in Fiction
The Weaver's Threads of Unity
In the heart of a bustling kingdom named Kaleidosia, a unique village stood nestled among rolling hills. This village, called Harmony Haven, was unlike any other. Its inhabitants were an array of cultures, each living in separate districts. Despite their proximity, these districts remained disconnected, their diverse traditions existing in isolation.
By Ude Esther Anurika3 years ago in Fiction
Jackie Beanstalk and the Cosmic Conflict
Space Colony Jacobson (Along the Asteroid Belt) In the cockpit, Jackie's stomach grumbles as she struggles to lift a scrap hunk. Around the colony, war remnants scatter, leftovers from the great conflict. Scrappers like Jackie gather these metals, searching for any value. Money is scarce, and hunger grips the solar system's colonies.
By TJ Decena3 years ago in Fiction
The Power of Emotions in Fiction Captivating Readers' Hearts
In the old-fashioned city of Willowbrook, where the mild murmur of the river intertwined with the rustling leaves of historical okay, lived a reclusive creator named Evelyn Hartwood.
By subbiah3 years ago in Fiction