Short Story

Letters from the Rain – A Love Beyond Time 💌
They say love can survive distance, time — even death. I used to think that was just poetry. Until I met her… and the rain became my reminder that some stories never really end.
By Naimat ullah11 months ago in Fiction
Black Scales II
The closer Orla got, the stronger the stinging stink. Smoky of course, with a chemical edge. The way it scorched the tender insides of her nostrils and the back of her throat, it bothered her more than the sharp black rocks tearing at her feet. The sun would be up soon, warming the stones. Of course, they say the creature is more likely to be active then, but it could be watching her even now, and waiting for its moment to flame. The rocky spine jutting out into the water felt lonely and exposed. Nothing to hide behind. Hard to run.
By L.C. Schäfer12 months ago in Fiction
The Moon’s Secret Friend
The Moon was used to being watched. For millennia, every human eye that looked up saw her. They wrote poems about her solitude, her quiet vigil in the cold, dark sky. They called her lonely.
By Habibullah12 months ago in Fiction
Through a Cat’s Eyes By Black Cat
I. Rainy Nights I sit at the window’s edge, watching lamplight cast the man’s shadow long and uneven across the wall. That same light lifts his round face from darkness — something pensive there, something still.
By Dylan Nguyen12 months ago in Fiction
No One Wants a Sad Girl
At the end of your teen years, being sad makes you hot. Everyone sings about it and how it gives your character depth. Yet, when you're closer to thirty, it is no longer appealing. Staying constantly in a circle of victimisation and self-pity no longer gets you the complicated male protagonist that seems cool in your story.
By Sana B. Writes12 months ago in Fiction
Same Breath. Winner in Parallel Lives Challenge.
I saw the semi drift across the rain and slide toward my lane. I jerked the wheel right. Tires screamed. The world tilted, and the headlights spun over wet blacktop while the car fishtailed. Gravity pulled me sideways, and my stomach fell. I waited for the hit that would end everything.
By Joey Raines12 months ago in Fiction
The Man Who Spoke to the Night. AI-Generated.
They said he only came out after midnight. In a city that never slept, Noctis Varen was the quiet pulse between the ticking hours — a man of silence, a shadow among neon lights. He ran a small photography shop near the harbor, open from dusk till dawn. Most people thought it strange, but he said the world only shows its truth at night.
By shakir hamid12 months ago in Fiction
The Man Who Lived Twice by [The Davids] . AI-Generated.
When Daniel wakes up to a message claiming he died yesterday, he’s thrust into a single day where time, guilt, and fate all fold in on themselves. Can he fix the one mistake that destroyed everything — or is the cost of redemption one life too many? Let’s find out .
By The Davids12 months ago in Fiction
The Stranger
“One more shot for the road?” yells Samantha over the heavy thrum of the nightclub music. She hands me a shot glass filled with clear liquid.
By Sandy Gillman12 months ago in Fiction
More To Life
The bell chimed, its sound echoing throughout the factory. The busy place of lost faces is ready to be finished. Dan could only wait to stand in line to leave. The clock ticked as the weary place, once meaningful, stood still. The lost dreams that Dan had were diminishing by the day. The rest had the same look as the money was not good enough, and the place was continually getting worse. Finally, at the clock, the last swipe for the day. His dreary eyes were excited as if another long day had been finished. Each day was like the previous one; during the same long trip home, Dan was silent. The rusty old lock held his very few belongings as he rustled his wallet, phone, and keys. The new shift had started where they all left off, but there was always plenty of work to go around. Dragging his weary feet to his beat-up old car in its lack of glory. It was what he could afford, and the dents gave the car a unique character. Dan opened the door and just sat there between the rush at work and the rush at home. The engine roared as he prepared to go home to the chaos of his children. He wanted so much more when he dreamed of being in management, but those dreams quickly faded as he was passed over time and again.
By Sarah Danaher12 months ago in Fiction
𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕮𝖗𝖔𝖜 𝖂𝖆𝖎𝖙𝖘
Introduction A short tale inspired by "The Crow" From The Victorian Vampire Society UK which you can find here: The music is "Into The Mist" by Eivør
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 12 months ago in Fiction
Last Bus
Rain falls. The plaza shines under sodium lamps, and the air smells like wet metal as I hurry toward the idling bus whose display stutters, then holds on one word: LAST.
By Milan Milic12 months ago in Fiction