Short Story

Miss A Go
He acts like he's so smart but I'm definitely cleverer than he is. He doesn't get it, I don't think. I do. OK, so I didn't deal with it too well when he left that thing on my pillow. Oozing bloo- Ugh. No. Gross. Can't even.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
Forgive Us Our Trespasses
--A day before Thanksgiving-- St. Raphael is a quiet church. In its quiet, at the front of the antechamber, a marble relief of Mary stands with a face bowed and lovingly expressionless. Before her, an exchange priest draped in a white chasuble kneels with his hands clasped. whispering prayer. His name is Elijah, and his patron saint is Michael the Archangel. He is recently ordained and soon to be headed home from his time preaching in the States.
By Anna Whinneryabout a year ago in Fiction
Dumb Girl
Crisp moonlight cascaded down, blanketed brightly against the back of the black curtains of a corner apartment on a busy corner street. Searching for a way in, it had work to do here. Looking to penetrate the dome of artificial light Caroline tucked herself inside of. It longed to touch her, in its fullness, to rock her gently to sleep. Instead, she pulled her curtains taught. Not a sliver would find its way into her life. She knew to keep out the sounds and sights of distraction. Tuck herself away from the omnipresent beauty life offered her. Stifle the inspiration that mulled in her spirit, waiting to emerge. Brought on by small things, like a now pregnant moon. A bundle of baby stars. Ideas bigger than the galaxies.
By Sydney Lee Jonesabout a year ago in Fiction
If the Wind Could Speak
You left on a Wednesday. No one ever talks about Wednesdays. Not like Sundays, which are heavy with memory, or Fridays, full of longing. But Wednesday became my most feared day, because it took you with it.
By Muhammad Adilabout a year ago in Fiction
Love Letters from a War Zone
The sky above Gaza was not blue. Not anymore. It had taken on a colorless weight — a dull, heavy gray that pressed down on the city like grief on a mother's chest. It was under this sky that Layla folded the final letter.
By Leah Brookeabout a year ago in Fiction
Vengeful Messenger. Content Warning.
North Americans tend to think of mimicry as a capability unique to exotic birds of the parrot family. We even use the expression, parroting, to mean repeating what another person says. But many of us remain unaware that we have plenty of mimicking birds right in our own backyard — literally. A bird as ordinary as the crow can learn to mimic the words we use, even if they seldom need to in the wild. Crows are also very intelligent, and good at recognizing faces.
By Testabout a year ago in Fiction
Lurking Behind the Stars
For many who live on the planet Earth, one of the most mysterious and magnificent wonders of life is the sky; limitless, always changing, and filled with so many things that so many of us will never see.
By Testabout a year ago in Fiction
"The Scar That Never Heals"
so, it was a cold day of December and it was raining. I rush to park my bike in university's parking and run towards the main building and thought to take a quiet warm breath in library because there was still time to my class. From that day I never felt the same until...
By Ibrahim khanabout a year ago in Fiction
Silent Emotions
Among the crowded corridors of a Lahore university, Arman was an unremarkable face—muted, polite, always staying in the background. A literature student with a poet's soul, his existence surrounded books, quietness, and… Zoya.
By Mansoor ahmadabout a year ago in Fiction
When the Light Hit Just Right. AI-Generated.
The road was still red. Red like the clay that used to cake her school shoes. Red like her scraped knees after playing dodgeball barefoot with the boys. Red like the sunburns they wore like medals after swimming too long at the village dam. Naledi hadn’t seen this road in twenty-two years, but the moment her sandals hit it, she remembered everything.
By charity sebinaabout a year ago in Fiction
What If Time Travel Was Possible?
**The First Stop: The Past** Most of us would likely want to look back first—to fix a mistake, reconnect with someone, or relive a cherished moment that seemed to slip away too quickly.
By Adil Khanabout a year ago in Fiction
TUS NUA - ch 10
TUS NUA – ch 10 New Beginnings – Mia and Midnight (*)(*)(*) Julie and Mia watched the horror begin to build in the eyes of their guests. While heartbreak beyond words filled Nora Green’s, her husband’s eyes filled with heated rage. He fought against himself as he wanted to stand, rant, rave and demand he be taken to the Moretti family. He wanted nothing more than to use his bare hands and beat them within an inch of their last breath.
By Margaret Brennanabout a year ago in Fiction