Short Story
Artillery
"Do you hear them?" "Hear what, sir?" "The guns." The Prime Minister slouched against the bar and accepted a drink from me. I could never admit to being surprised that he won the election, it had been such a simple thing in the end. But I was always surprised at how... normal he was.
By Alexander McEvoyabout a year ago in Fiction
Denouement Aboard the Disoriented Express
The droning buzz of indiscernible conversation awakens me; it filters into my mind like bees searching for their hive, spreading throughout my body until it reaches my heart and nestles there. I gasp, open my eyes and my heart beats for the first time. From the shadows, I take in my surroundings.
By Call Me Lesabout a year ago in Fiction
The Fox and the Crow
The Fox and the Crow In a dense, sun-dappled forest where the trees whispered secrets and the wind carried scents of berries and wildflowers, there lived a crow named Corvin. Corvin was proud of his glossy black feathers, which shone like polished onyx in the sunlight. He often perched high in the treetops, cawing loudly to announce his presence, and all the forest creatures admired him for his beauty and commanding voice.
By ALEX_BLACKabout a year ago in Fiction
The Cat and the Lion
The Cat and the Lion Once upon a time, in a vast land where the golden grass stretched as far as the eye could see, there lived a mighty lion. His mane shone like fire under the sun, and his roar was so powerful that the trees seemed to tremble when they heard it. All animals of the savanna respected him. Some admired him, some feared him, but none ever dared to question his strength. He was the undisputed king of his realm.
By ALEX_BLACKabout a year ago in Fiction
The Last Sunset: A Tale of Love and Loss
The sun hung low over the horizon, spilling gold and crimson across the quiet seaside town. On the weathered pier, Eleanor stood, her fingers tracing the cracks in the wood as if searching for answers hidden in its grain. She hadn’t expected him to be here. Not today. Not after all the years of silence and absence.
By Kamran Zebabout a year ago in Fiction
The Letter I Was Never Meant to Read
It was a quiet evening when I stumbled upon the letter. The house was unusually still, the kind of silence that presses on your chest and makes you feel like something is about to change. I hadn’t been looking for secrets; I was simply searching for an old notebook in the wooden chest my mother kept locked in her room. But fate has a strange way of revealing truths when we least expect them.
By Nadeem Shah about a year ago in Fiction
