Short Story

The Transit Treasure
Book in my hand, my morning began as usual, riding the bus to my job. It had a black hardcover, having removed the colorful dust cover before reading it for the fifth time.
By Amethyst Champagne6 years ago in Fiction
The Black Book
“Ugh, I can’t believe we have to waste a Saturday doing this.” Rolling my eyes at my younger sister, I opened random boxes in our grandmother’s attic, who’d passed unexpectedly.
By Amethyst Champagne6 years ago in Fiction
The Bitcoin Bonanza
“Yes! I did it!” was cheered from downstairs. Rubbing my eyes, I frowned, checking the time. Six am. Seriously. What was my roommate doing that caused her to exclaim in that fashion?
By Amethyst Champagne6 years ago in Fiction
Lucinda's Choice
The courier van slid to a stop on the gravel in the trailer park. The driver looked around cautiously. Evening was giving way to night as the shadows lengthened around him. There were no external lights, and few shining from the trailers around his van.
By L. Lane Bailey6 years ago in Fiction
The Bucket List
She was walking down the streets of downtown Chicago as always did. After all, Marissa loved the city and encapsulating its beauty by walking everywhere she possibly could. She needed to pick up a few things on her grocery list and noticed the forecast was calling for rain. As she came out of the corner store on Wabash & Ontario it started to downpour. Alongside of her was a gentleman, about the same age as her, hovering under the awning.
By Vanessa R. Powell6 years ago in Fiction
How Bitcoin Saved Christmas
This slight off-season tale goes like this: 'Twas the 10th day of Christmas, and all wasn't well in the North Pole. In the crack of dawn, the smell of fresh uprising had wafted higher than the aroma of Mrs. Claus's cookies. Santa had known this day would come, but this soon? Good thing he was prepared. He had a plan. Sure, the elves would need some convincing, but he could do that. He was Saint Nicholas, after all. With a deep breath, he fixed his hat one last time and entered his workshop.
By Sneha Pradhan6 years ago in Fiction
Quinn's Return: A Dead Man's Last Request
The morning air was crisp and pinched Marcus’ exposed skin. He shoved his hands deeper into his pockets and looked around the park tiredly, unable to spot the face he was looking for.
By Eloise Robertson 6 years ago in Fiction
Uncle Burton’s Little Black Book
I opened the door to a delivery man who had me sign for a large manila envelope. I thanked him and wished him a good day. I was trying to remember if I had ever had to sign for a delivery before. I’d never been involved in anything important enough for anyone to send me something that required a signature.
By Paula Shablo6 years ago in Fiction
The Places No One Comes Back From
(this short story was originally written in response to a similar prompt on Reedsy.com to "write a story using only dialogue". )
By Raistlin Allen6 years ago in Fiction
Staring at the Sky
Well, here it is. I didn’t think this would be how it would all end, but I can’t say that this is unexpected. I brought this upon myself.
By Megan Stewart6 years ago in Fiction
Harbinger
A terrible shriek sliced into the silence of Nuha’s apartment like a rusted hacksaw blade into splintering hardwood. She turned sharply to find the source of the noise, as her heart almost leapt out of her chest at the sudden interruption. Standing on a metal railing just outside her window was an owl. Seeing it, Nuha breathed a sigh, and let out a quiet laugh of relief. The owl looked at her, shuffled its feet and bobbed its head once from side to side. Its white face and chest, framed by brown feathers on its back and wings, put her in mind of a monk from medieval Europe.
By Xan Indigo6 years ago in Fiction
The Owl and Me
One night as I laid in bed, reading a new book I'd bought that day, I suddenly heard an ear piercing screech that cut through the quiet.
By Amethyst Champagne6 years ago in Fiction