Short Story

The Next Chapter
Clara hadn’t touched the book in months. It sat on her shelf, its plain gray cover blending into the shadows of her apartment, now just a silent relic of that strange autumn. The locket, though, she wore every day, its crescent moon engraving catching the light as a quiet reminder of the impossible. Life had moved forward—Clara had started writing again, short stories at first, then a novel, her words spilling out with a courage she hadn’t known she possessed. The bookstore’s disappearance still haunted her, but she’d convinced herself it was a chapter closed.
By Shohel Ranaabout a year ago in Fiction
No Way Home
Chapter 1: The Forbidden Woods Mercedes stood at the edge of the woods, where the grass turned wild and the trees loomed like silent guardians. Her mother had warned her never to go past the fence. “Those woods don’t like to be played in,” she’d said with a frown.
By Shai Andersonabout a year ago in Fiction
The Whispering Grove
In the quiet town of Elmsbury, nestled at the edge of a dense forest, stood an old house with ivy-covered walls and creaky wooden floors. It had sat empty for decades—until one sunny spring morning when a young couple, Daniel and Mariah, arrived with their two children, Ava and Leo.
By Shai Andersonabout a year ago in Fiction
The Book That Changed My Life
There was a time in my life when books were just objects. I saw them as dusty decorations on wooden shelves or tools for passing school exams. I never imagined they could become my saviors.
By Shohel Ranaabout a year ago in Fiction
The Flying Chicken🐔. Content Warning.
One day, a man walked into a butcher shop carrying a freshly slaughtered chicken. He handed it to the butcher and said, “Hey bro, can you cut this chicken into pieces for me?”
By Usamaabout a year ago in Fiction
Reaching for You
Jumping into my car on a hot summer day in anticipation of meeting friends for an ice cream cone right down the road is one of those quinntesential teen moments that I've been looking forward to all schoolyear. It's a quick five minute drive down the street with only that one intersection to pass through. I've done it a million times now on my way to school, friends' houses, and the store for milk.
By Kristen Barenthalerabout a year ago in Fiction
Exit is just a suggestion . Content Warning.
Trigger Warnings: Psychological distress, claustrophobia, existential dread. --- I remember the door was the first thing I noticed—its polished metal surface cold under my fingertips, its frame too narrow to be a real exit, and the faint hum of machinery beyond it. It was locked, but not in the way doors usually are. This was a door that whispered, You can leave… but why would you?
By E. hasanabout a year ago in Fiction
Nova Roma
The sun was slowly setting as Luca walked through the streets of Nova Roma. Above him, colorful lights flew from the hovering cars, and in the distance the tall towers of the city flashed. But Luca hardly had time to enjoy the beautiful lights today. He had discovered something important.
By Raees Khanabout a year ago in Fiction
The Secret of the Dragon Forest
The sun was shining warmly on the small village of Eichenfurt when Lina Baumgartner pushed her bike to the edge of the forest. The Dragon Forest lay silent, but something inside it seemed to whisper. "You don't belong here," she said softly and smiled. Gene Oh, that's why she was here.
By Raees Khanabout a year ago in Fiction
The last Song in the Alley
The old alley on Brookstone Street wasn’t listed on any map. Locals barely noticed it. It was a sliver of broken concrete between two crumbling brick buildings, its walls layered in decades of graffiti, dust, and memory. Yet, every Saturday at twilight, the alley transformed.
By Shaheerabout a year ago in Fiction
A Love That the Rain Took Away
The first time Zayan saw Meher, she was standing in the college library, completely lost in a poetry book. Her eyes, framed by loose curls, glistened under the warm yellow light. She looked peaceful—like she belonged in every line of the poem she read. He didn’t know her, but somehow, his heart already did.
By ArshNaya Writesabout a year ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Letter
The letter was never meant to be found. At least, that’s what Emily told herself when she saw her name—in his handwriting—on the yellowed envelope tucked inside her grandmother’s old jewelery box.
By Pulse Scriptabout a year ago in Fiction