Short Story

Wooden Crosses
There were three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway leading out of our town. No one knew why there weren't more.
By Elizabeth Johnsonabout a year ago in Fiction
A Utopia Far From the Biological Family
It relates the narrative of a kid whose life started with a traumatic trauma at the age of seven, who read a lot of books but couldn't make any friends, was mentally mistreated by her family, and eventually erased her family at the age of thirty.
By TheNaethabout a year ago in Fiction
The Crimson Hour
🌿 A short story born from this art… The rain fell like accusations against the windshield, each drop carrying the weight of unspoken truths. Maya had been driving for sixteen hours straight, her knuckles bone-white against the steering wheel, following a ghost across state lines that blurred together like watercolors in the storm.
By Prompted Beautyabout a year ago in Fiction
🌌 Under the Lanterns – A Journey to Find Myself. AI-Generated.
Have you ever walked through a city at night and felt that the glowing lights weren’t just brightening the streets, but searching your soul? That was me one night—wandering under lanterns, looking not for a destination, but for myself.
By HazerBadsha Fatehabout a year ago in Fiction
The Echo She Followed. AI-Generated.
Maya first heard the echo on a Tuesday, the kind of thin, rainy Tuesday that made the city fold into its own pockets. She was stacking boxes in the back room of her uncle's shop, the light a flat coin through the high windows, when a laugh sounded—soft, familiar, and wrong. For a moment she froze, box in her arms, listening for the source. The shop was empty except for her and the smell of ginger tea gone cold.
By Joudy Mohamedabout a year ago in Fiction
"Leila’s Journey to the Lost City: An Epic Adventure of Courage and Discovery". AI-Generated.
On a quiet morning, Leila wandered through the old city market, her eyes drifting across colorful stalls and the scent of spices filling the air. As she browsed, something unusual caught her attention—a faded, wrinkled map shimmering faintly under the sunlight.
By Joudy Mohamedabout a year ago in Fiction
The Town That Slept for 100 Years
When the travelers first stumbled upon Maravelle, they thought it was abandoned. The cobblestone streets were dustless, the wooden shutters half-open, the fountains still pouring streams of clear water as if they had been tended only yesterday. Yet not a single voice, not a single step echoed through the town.
By Samiullahabout a year ago in Fiction
The Wedding Photographer
The Routine Assignment Rohail was passionate about photography. Covering weddings was his everyday job. Bright lights, decorated halls, and smiling faces were always a part of his camera reel. For him, every wedding felt the same bride, groom, happiness, and the noise of celebration.
By Farooq Hashmiabout a year ago in Fiction
The Missed Call That Changed Everything
The Unexpected Ring Sometimes, the most beautiful stories in life begin with the smallest mistakes. That’s exactly what happened with Anaya, when one evening, she received a missed call from an unknown number. At first, she ignored it, but when the number kept flashing again and again, curiosity pushed her to pick it up.
By Farooq Hashmiabout a year ago in Fiction
Unshackled
The vision opens with you in the water. It's tragically clear blue and thankfully salty; your arms are tired from treading water and your legs feel heavy and useless, but you've managed to keep your head above the bubbly ripples this whole time. Saltwater makes for great buoyancy, and you're still here. So that's some kind of victory- regardless of how exhausted you are.
By Christa Leighabout a year ago in Fiction
Honor. Top Story - August 2025.
All he had in his life was honor. In the corner of his small bedchamber, a smoldering ancestral votive with notes of incense, jasmine, and wildflower fought the stench of the world beyond. It was a futile effort. Moonlight reflected off his sword reverently held between two wooden pedestals. It was his father’s blade, cooled with honor by blood of the Emperor’s enemies.
By Matthew J. Frommabout a year ago in Fiction
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By Jamie Smithabout a year ago in Fiction