Short Story

Sickness of the Heart
Ophelia first met Harriet at a Sunday sermon. Harriet hid in the back of the congregation with a deep scowl and the most beautiful eyes Ophelia had seen. Three years later, when they entered high school, Ophelia swore to follow her parents’ lectures about why people like Harriet were sick.
By caitodoesstuff4 days ago in Fiction
We Don't Talk to Edith Thompson Part 5. Content Warning.
Ch 5: All Hallow's Eve October 31st, 2025- 9:33 AM It was my eighteenth birthday. It should've been the best day of my life, but it wasn't. I was terrified. After what happened to Sabrina yesterday, how could I not be? Just by thinking a negative thought, Edith took action and decided it was justifiable to maim her. I understood that her family suffered because of the Endecotts, but that didn't give her the right to play God!
By Rain Dayze4 days ago in Fiction
Me, And A Bit About A Peacock
So, you wanna know a bit about me? (she sighs heavily before popping the tight spot in her neck) Once upon a time there was this girl. A real happy go lucky, sarcastic bitch.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden4 days ago in Fiction
Entry #8 or The Phone Booth with Stella
I have this very unoriginal idea of what to write about next. A phone booth and five individual experiences. The conversations, cries, shouts, and laughs. The dogs that mark their territory over that time-old structure. The hunt for change in an Apple Pay world. The rust that creeps through the unsuspecting corners of the metallic plates that hold that booth up, year after year.
By Danielle Silva5 days ago in Fiction
The Portrait That Grew Older
The portrait was the first thing Eleanor noticed when she entered the house. It hung above the fireplace in the drawing room, surrounded by an elaborate golden frame. The painting depicted a young woman with pale skin, dark hair, and eyes so lifelike that Eleanor felt an uncomfortable sensation of being watched.
By Silvia Felaco5 days ago in Fiction
Hellraiser: Ecstasy
Me and my boyfriend Andrew are walking hand in hand as we head inside this new private nightclub called The Labyrinth. We’ve been told it’s the most happening hotspot for couples who wanna explore pleasure beyond the norm. “Arianna, are you sure you wanna try this?” Andrew asks me as we approach the entrance of this mysterious looking building. “We said we wanted a little thrill in our lives didn’t we?” I reply while looking in my lover’s eyes with pure intensity.
By Joe Patterson5 days ago in Fiction
When the Dead Phone Rings
DOCUMENTED INCIDENT 333 Ishinomaki, Miyagi Prefecture, Japan [Sato Cycle sits on a narrow shopping street a short walk from the Old Kitakami River, wedged between a shuttered pharmacy and a shop selling dried squid and fish cakes. Gulls argue on the power lines outside. Inside, bicycles hang from the ceiling like fish drying in the sun: mamachari with child seats on the back, rusted delivery bikes, a lacquered black road bike from the 1970s that I am told is not for sale. Aki Sato kneels on a square of cardboard, truing a wheel. She finishes before she speaks. She serves cold barley tea in mismatched glasses. On the wall behind her hangs a hand-drawn map of the city in pencil. Every hill, every stairway, every slope steeper than a bicycle can climb is marked in her small, neat hand.]
By Ben Soto5 days ago in Fiction
Earth Angels Part Four
CHECK OUT PART ONE, TWO & THREE BEFORE PROCEEDING PLEASE :) CHAPTER NINE "Layla, why are you so downcast?" I stood in front of God, clearly in despair, and for the first time, I wasn't able to form the words to express how I felt. David was troubled and so was my heart. Had I been on Earth too long? Those human emotions were getting to me. I didn't want to admit it, but April was right.
By ToyaRenee 5 days ago in Fiction
You Don't Know Me, and I Hear Peacocks
UNKNOWN BIO My backyard is a bird haven with 5 birdbaths (one with a camera), 3 hummingbird feeders (one with a camera), and suet and seed feeders.
By Andrea Corwin 5 days ago in Fiction
When the Dead Phone Rings
DOCUMENTED INCIDENT 2414 Milwaukee, Wisconsin, United States [The Kinnickinnic bus garage sits on Milwaukee’s South Side, a long brick barn that smells of diesel, brake dust, and coffee that has been on the burner since before dawn. Along the back wall, a row of GMC “fishbowl” buses idles. These round-windshield models are the kind the city retired in the 1980s. Most were dragged out of scrapyards, church parking lots, and dairy farms across Wisconsin after the Mandate, and Lena Kowalski has personally rebuilt eleven of them. She meets me in coveralls with her name stitched over the pocket. Her handshake is strong, but her left wrist no longer bends all the way back. She pours two cups of coffee into mugs from Polish Fest. As soon as I switch on the tape recorder, she begins to recite.]
By Ben Soto5 days ago in Fiction
Me And The Peacock
Introduction This is for Paul's The Writer Bio and Peacock Short Story Unofficial Challenge which you can check out here: 245 Words On Me
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 5 days ago in Fiction
Travel Suspense
Travel — Cards against normality prompt: A change of scenery can do wonders. Take your hero somewhere new. List three reasons your hero might need to leave town right now. Brainstorm four settings that would be challenging for your hero to navigate. If your hero could call home who would she call? What would she say? In the past, did your hero travel someplace particularly important to him? Is there a reason to go back now?
By Denise E Lindquist5 days ago in Fiction