Short Story

House Odds
Dressed in white, surrounded by bulletproof glass, Hank sits with a 2 by 4 white canvas strategically placed next to his left temple. He scans the audience, each member paying $2500 to watch the evening’s event. The loudspeaker announces that the betting window is closed.
By Steve Lance12 months ago in Fiction
The girl I was supposed to marry
Back ground: This story is about a boy who does not obey his father and goes hunting in the forest with his bad friends. The boy name is Mr. John and he has a very bad friend who's name is watson. Mr. Nawab is one of the richest man of his city. He has a house in the main city and one big house in the village as well.
By Muhammad Humayun12 months ago in Fiction
Illusion of Love
The small studio apartment was filled with the scent of turpentine and fresh paint. Sunlight streamed through the tall windows, illuminating the chaotic splashes of color on canvas that decorated the walls. At the center of this creative whirlwind stood Ethan, a talented artist of thirty-two, with paint-stained hands and a gentle smile that lit up his face whenever he spoke about his work.
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior12 months ago in Fiction
Bottle
Evelyn stood in the dim light of her kitchen, staring at the smooth glass bottle resting on the table. The amber liquid sloshed inside, catching the light like a fleeting moment of happiness trapped in its depths. She hesitated, her heart pounding as thoughts wrestled in her mind.
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior12 months ago in Fiction
The Weight of Purple Blooms
Marcus had forgotten how to breathe without counting the cost. At sixty-three, every inhale was measured against quarterly projections, every exhale synchronized with conference calls that stretched across time zones like accusations. The tremor in his hands—slight but relentless—had become his body's quiet insurrection, a reminder that some things refused governance.
By Prompted Beauty12 months ago in Fiction
The Synthetic Garden
The air in the Eden Dome was perpetually spring. Dr. Aris Thorne walked her daily rounds, her footsteps silent on the polished path. Around her, the garden flourished in a symphony of engineered perfection. Sapphire-blue roses that never dropped a petal. Trees whose leaves shifted through a curated palette of sunset colours on a precise loop. Orchids that hummed a gentle, C-sharp melody to aid meditation. It was the pinnacle of botanical science, a haven of flawless beauty in a world where true wilderness was a toxic memory.
By Habibullah12 months ago in Fiction
The Grave That Was Never Found — Genghis Khan: The Conqueror Who Shook the World and His Hidden Resting Place
No man in history has inspired such a strange mixture of fear, fascination, and mystery as Genghis Khan — the ruler who emerged from the wild steppes of Mongolia and reshaped the entire face of the ancient world. His empire stretched from the edges of China to the heart of Europe, his armies sweeping through kingdoms like a storm of fire and steel. He was ruthless, unstoppable, and by some accounts, responsible for the deaths of more than forty million people — nearly one-tenth of the world’s population at that time.
By Wellova 12 months ago in Fiction
A Fractal of Confessions. Runner-Up in Parallel Lives Challenge.
I met up with the friend I believed myself to be in love with. What else can I proclaim when I have too many letters begging him to let me into his life, begging him to be curious about mine, begging me to face reality? They pulse steadily at the bottom of my heart, in the same place as my frustrations and the lies I tell myself.
By Ariana GonBon12 months ago in Fiction
The Coffee Cup. AI-Generated.
Every morning at exactly 7:10, Elias Mwangi opened the doors to his tiny café on River Street in Nairobi. The brass bell above the door jingled softly, echoing through the narrow shop that smelled of roasted beans, cinnamon, and rain-soaked wood.
By shakir hamid12 months ago in Fiction
Evelyn
In another world, Evelyn was gone. No body to bury. No casket to touch. Just a broken windshield, a police report, and half a necklace. Rowan remembered the taste of metal when he screamed. The sirens. The empty quiet that followed.
By Jack Nod12 months ago in Fiction
Dead And Alive
Introduction I'm unaware of “The Man Who Laughs” by Victor Hugo, and in this engraving. I don't know if it refers to the body hanging on the gibbet or the man running away on the ground.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 12 months ago in Fiction
The Sound of Rain. AI-Generated.
It had been raining for three days straight in Lusaka, and the sound had become a kind of background music to Naomi’s thoughts. She sat by the window of her late father’s house, watching water run down the glass, tracing the same paths over and over again — like memories replaying themselves.
By shakir hamid12 months ago in Fiction