Short Story

The Necessary Documentation
In a town built on order, even the wind knew its place. 🎺🏛️🌬️🪶📋 We had been briefed a week before Windswept's annual, must-have parade. Principals had briefed us teachers; there was a mass issuance of consent forms.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin7 months ago in Fiction
The Debt of The Extraordinary . Runner-Up in What the Myth Gets Wrong Challenge.
Thanatos was chained by Sisyphus. A moment of curiosity with a secret aim led to death having no power over humanity. Sisyphus made it so. But this story is what the myth gets wrong.
By Caitlin Charlton7 months ago in Fiction
The Wind at My Window
The wind always finds a way. It tapped gently at my window that morning, soft as a hesitant knock. I paused, pen hovering over my journal, and listened. There was no urgency in its rhythm, only a persistent insistence—as if it carried a question meant for me alone. I shivered and pulled my sweater tighter around my shoulders, the room’s dim light feeling suddenly inadequate against the chill that pressed against the glass.
By Luna Vani7 months ago in Fiction
Spring Sacrifice
The woods of Hollow Glen were quiet, save for the crunch of dead leaves underfoot. The air was thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, and the last rays of sunlight filtered through the canopy, casting long, eerie shadows. The group of teenagers—Ellie, Jake, Sarah, and Ryan—had ventured there on a dare. Rumors of strange happenings in the forest around Easter had been passed down for years, but none of them believed in ghost stories.
By V-Ink Stories7 months ago in Fiction
Eggshells
Margaret Whitlock was known as the best artist in the sleepy town of Greystone. Her specialty was Easter egg sculptures—delicate, intricate creations painted with painstaking detail. Each egg was a marvel, depicting pastoral scenes, mythical creatures, and swirling patterns so fine they seemed almost alive. Every Easter, people from all over flocked to her gallery to admire and buy her work.
By V-Ink Stories7 months ago in Fiction
More Orangutans. Winner in Everyone Is Acting Normally Challenge.
Ernie watched himself get out of bed. It was part of his morning routine: he opened his eyes to the sky-mirror, and peeled the translucent covers from himself. He slept in pajama pants, and a matching pajama shirt, because he didn’t want the others to see his bare, milky body through the glass roof.
By Noah Husband7 months ago in Fiction
The Spot. Runner-Up in Everyone Is Acting Normally Challenge.
No one blinked. As they gathered by the image processor, taking time to adjust all of their eye sockets and each dial and module on the machine, they simply stared and stared at what they were looking at. No one thought to make a mental note of this; no one thought that their psychic connection could handle this. But there it was and they had to process it.
By Kendall Defoe 7 months ago in Fiction
What Am I Missing?. Honorable Mention in The Rule Everyone Knows Challenge.
Day 1 My mission is simple, to learn about humans by becoming one. They’ve got a written history, but I’d rather go in fresh and improvise. I’ve been doing this a long time and consider myself an expert at blending in. Confidence is the key. If you just look like you know what you’re doing, it’s generally accepted.
By Leslie Writes7 months ago in Fiction
It Is Only The Beginning
All my years on this planet, and who would have thought that I could get dementia? I have been a professor, teaching others my entire life, and now I may have Lewy Body Dementia.
By Denise E Lindquist7 months ago in Fiction
The Silence
Danny used to feel it like weight. Not heavy, but solid, like someone standing behind him in a dark room, not threatening, just present, close enough that if he turned around fast enough he might catch a glimpse. The voice had never been audible. It was clearer than that. It landed inside him fully formed, without effort. Not imagination. Not guessing. Words that carried authority. Stay in faith. I will bring it to pass. Do you trust Me. Those moments had come when life was tight, when invoices went unpaid, when the repair shop sat quiet for hours longer than it should have, when fear crept in through the cracks at night. The words steadied him, not because they fixed anything instantly, but because they made the chaos feel contained.
By Joey Raines7 months ago in Fiction
THE NIGHT SHE FELL IN LOVE WITH THE MONSTER
She first noticed him on the night the moon looked wrong. Too bright. Too close. Like it was watching. He stood at the edge of the forest, half hidden by shadows, eyes reflecting silver light. Not threatening. Not welcoming. Just waiting. Something about him felt ancient, as if he had been standing there long before she arrived and would remain long after she left.
By S.A Charles7 months ago in Fiction
THE NIGHT HE CHOSE HER
The first howl cut through the village like a blade. It was not loud, but it was close. Close enough to make windows tremble. Close enough to wake something ancient inside the forest and something fearful inside every human heart.
By S.A Charles7 months ago in Fiction