Short Story

The Lengths A Mother Would Go. Honorable Mention in Parallel Lives Challenge.
1867 “MORGAN, you need to think clearly-” “Quiet yourself!” She ripped her sleeve from her sister’s desperate grasp, in such a focus that she failed to realize that the cuff of her sleeve became partially torn. She continued her travel down the overgrown pathway, pausing only to retch her skirts and crinoline from the hold of the brush. Night was falling upon the quiet village, bringing with it the oppressive touches of darkness.
By Connie11 months ago in Fiction
The Illusion of Freedom
Living the Island Dream… When I was sixteen, I spent most weekends on a beautiful Island. The only way to get there was by water taxi and barge, so it was relatively unaffected by tourism.
By Bathtub Narratives11 months ago in Fiction
Mary Jane...
Mary Jane had just turned 24, she was a single mom and had two sons, a 3 year old and a 5 year old. She was currently working as an office cleaner at night and going to school during the day. She thought the best thing would be if she could get a degree as an Administrative Assistant. Then maybe she could get a job at a school district and have time off with her children during the Summer and spend time with them as they were growing up. Little did she know at the time her plan would never happen.
By J.W. Baird11 months ago in Fiction
The One Who Stayed. Runner-Up in Parallel Lives Challenge.
He heard it in a dream once. Or rather felt it, as it isn’t possible to hear in dreams. The sound of the crowd, and the sound of her gentle voice; both saying, “I love you,” all at once.
By Thadeus 11 months ago in Fiction
Chimera Couture
“Count backwards for me from 10, Aidan.” “10, 9, 8…” “He’s under now, Dr. J.” Transition surgery is long, complicated, and difficult, but Aidan chose the top doctor in this field, Dr. Sam Jonnalagadda, or Dr. J, as everybody called him for short, of course. Aidan was prepared and ready to become a woman.
By Star Love Grey11 months ago in Fiction
Scott's Treasure
Scott had always been curious about the attic in his house. The entrance was a trap door on the ceiling of his closet. He couldn't reach it, and any time he asked one of his parents for help, they told him there was nothing up there, so it wasn't worth going. On a few occasions, he dragged a chair into his closet, but it had never been enough to help him reach the door. However, Scott had grown since the last time he tried, and now that he was eight, he thought he might be able to reach it this time. His mom had just left to go to the grocery store, so he had the house to himself for a little while. This was the perfect time to try again!
By Leah Flesher11 months ago in Fiction
Pooh meets Paddington
As Pooh and Paddington continued on their journey through the Hundred Acre Wood along with all Pooh's friends so far, they decided to take a rest under a tree. They sat and Paddington told Pooh about London. Paddington looked up towards the sky and noticed a bird that should only fly at night. Oh, look at that bird Pooh. That's my friend Owl. Owl saw and landed. Now going further down the path, they run into Rabbit. Introducing each other they all head to Christopher Robins's to see if he knows how to send Paddington home to London from here.
By Mark Graham11 months ago in Fiction
Queen Of Night
Introduction This is a picture that spoke to me from the Enchanted Booklet here The music is "Queen Of The Night", an AI song from Black Steel Records
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 11 months ago in Fiction
He Thought He Knew All There Was To Know About His Long Time Friend. Top Story - October 2025.
We were friends in high school living parellel lives. And we got married, had children, and went to college. It was a struggle at times, but we did a lot of partying on weekends and that was our time for just us, until he stopped the partying.
By Denise E Lindquist11 months ago in Fiction
“The Empty Vessel and the Unyielding Flame”
“The Empty Vessel and the Unyielding Flame” At Waking Summit Monastery, where clouds bowed low to the mountain and monks bowed lower still to the First Ones, the Doyho was more than a sparring circle, it was a crucible of spirit. And within it, two names echoed like drumbeats: the eldest Disciples. Komuso, the Empty Vessel, and Jiro, the Unyielding Flame.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)11 months ago in Fiction
The Unseen
He placed a ring on her finger. “I won't be ordained, for four more years. You'll wait for me?” “I’m in love!" she reassured him. "What else can I do?!”
By Heather Scott11 months ago in Fiction
🌧️ The Weight of Raindrops. AI-Generated.
The rain began the day Samuel decided to stop waiting. He stood at the edge of the pier, his reflection trembling in the dark water, and wondered if the sky could feel as heavy as his chest.
By shakir hamid11 months ago in Fiction