Short Story

Governments Best Friends. Top Story - September 2025.
We've all seen them, perched on high wires or rooftops, staring at the world below. Crows congregate in small groups, and when one departs the murder, another quickly takes its place. Have you ever asked yourself what they are looking for and who they are reporting their observations to?
By Mark Gagnonabout a year ago in Fiction
Stitches & Scars
Cass peered through the peephole, but she couldn't tell who he was. He was wearing a dark hoodie, and facing the other way. He wasn't holding a parcel, and in any case, she wasn't expecting a delivery. So why was he here? Whatever it was it had him agitated. He kept fidgeting from one foot to the other, glancing around and biting his nails. He turned back to the door, stepping closer, but before she could get a good look at his face, his hand loomed large and he knocked again. Cass checked the chain was on, and opened the door as far as it would allow. "Yes?" she said. "Can I help y-" The man turned to face her fully and she stopped dead mid-sentence. She did recognise him, of course she did. They'd lived together for nearly four years. She'd loved him. She had thought she might marry him. But his face! What the hell's happened to his face?!
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
Creature Coach
Iris is transported. Working in the solitude of her chamber, she glides effortlessly, generating a creative vortex. Her focus becomes so intense during alchemy that her body seems to dissipate. Hunger, sleep, and other normal functions become superfluous. She radiates energy like a color spectrum.
By Stephanie Crainabout a year ago in Fiction
Life in Disparity. Content Warning.
Danni shifted uncomfortably in her seat, wishing, for the umpteenth time, that this course wasn't required for her degree. Or at least, why couldn’t it have been a smaller class?
By Natalie Demossabout a year ago in Fiction
The Stranger
The Stranger No sun for him but memories, no ground beneath his feet but nostalgia. He gazes through the windows of absence, at a homeland once called "home."
By Mohammed faqya about a year ago in Fiction
A need timely met
It was late afternoon. Memuna was driving a dozen cattle with a long bamboo stick into the yard. She had the most alluring face with big bright eyes and a pleasant pearly white smile. Her skin, the colour of polished earthenware glistened in the hot sun from the constant use of shea butter. Her elder brothers had at this point abandoned the cattle to her shepherding as she was more than enthusiastic to do the very things culturally assigned to the men in the family.
By Ewura Ekua Acquahabout a year ago in Fiction
A Cruise for Only Two
The private party felt like it was running on its own rules. Soft lights, music low enough to feel secret, drinks passed around without anyone counting. Danny had found it by mistake, following the wrong hallway and catching a glimpse of a door that never should have been open. James was already inside, leaning against the bar like he owned the place. He had been on ships like this for years, knew the tricks, the hidden corners. Danny was wide-eyed, clutching his first drink like it might anchor him.
By Joey Rainesabout a year ago in Fiction
Chomp
YouTube Audio Version It was noon, and as usual, Richard M. Wilson made his way toward the shark tank. Using a cane fashioned from the rib bone of a shark, he limped toward a bench. His jacket was shark skin, and he wore a necklace with a large shark’s tooth. It would be fair to say he was obsessed with sharks, but he must certainly was not a fan.
By Steve Lanceabout a year ago in Fiction
The Lantern and the Sea
The Lantern and the Sea On the edge of the world, where the ocean breathed in silver sighs and the stars dipped low enough to kiss the waves, stood a lighthouse unlike any other. It wasn’t tall and solemn like most, but round and warm, its stones flecked with seashells and coral. At its very peak, instead of a glass lamp, there floated a lantern woven from starlight itself. The villagers called it the Lantern of Tides, for when it glowed, the sea grew calm, and when it dimmed, storms came raging.
By Mr.Hilmandabout a year ago in Fiction
The Unexpected Encounter (Part 1)
In the cloudy night rain fell in thin, silver streaks against the window of Emma’s small apartment, blurring the city lights outside into a smeared watercolor painting. She sat curled up on the couch, a blanket draped over her shoulders, though it did little to ease the cold that seemed to seep from her chest.
By RAMA RYZ about a year ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Room
A door unopened for years. A room heavy with silence. What waits inside is not memory alone, but a world where words still breathe.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzalesabout a year ago in Fiction
A Visitor That Changed My Life
The knock was so faint, it was barely audible, and it was very late. I wondered who could possible be knocking on my door at such a late hour. It was all in slow motion, and I felt like I was stepping out of myself, as I composed myself and made my way to the door.
By Susan Paytonabout a year ago in Fiction