Short Story

Savant Veila - The Aegis of Sages
Savant Veila - The Aegis of Lore In the heart of Cradlebrook, among the gilded shelves of Cradlebrook’s great library The Golden Gathering, Savant Veila sat within the embrace of knowledge. Though to many she was merely a librarian, to those who sought wisdom, she was Delnator’s chosen. She was the quiet force of knowledge shaping Goodhollow’s destiny.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)about a year ago in Fiction
Statue of a Cherub
He coughed blood from his mouth a little, as if it were coming from his gums. He wasn't worried but he did notice his wife had brought home a brand new statue from the flea market that day. The statue was grey and had a marbled effect to it. It was a statue of a cherub - a child angel whom she thought was cute because it looked like their son. He was four but he had the very same curly head of hair that the statue had. He beamed up at it, trying to touch it but she pulled him away and put the statue on a higher shelf.
By Annie Kapurabout a year ago in Fiction
It was an accident
I swallowed the tasteless heat in my tea, and felt my body warm as the lights went out. Pulling my shirt away from my body, I slap the back of my hand against the fabric, beating against its resistance, so the cool air spreads along my chest and the sweat freezes, still. I drank the last few swigs of tea as it cooled, and kept myself awake.
By Caitlin Charltonabout a year ago in Fiction
Echoes from Apartment 12B
Maya didn’t believe in ghosts. Not in the way they were shown in horror movies. What frightened her more were the things people left behind—unspoken words, unfinished arguments, and untold truths buried in the dust of empty rooms.
By Zaheer Uddin Babarabout a year ago in Fiction
The Empty Chair by the Window
The Chair by the Window By [Uzair] There was a chair by the window that nobody sat in anymore. It used to be her chair. Every morning, just before the sun pulled itself up over the rooftops, she’d wrap herself in the knitted yellow shawl and sink into it like it remembered her shape. The shawl was still there, draped over the back like she’d be back any minute, though she’d been gone eleven months.
By uzairabout a year ago in Fiction
The Silence of Forgotten Alarms
The Silence of Forgotten Alarms In the year 2147, the world was quiet—eerily so. No laughter echoed down the streets, no sobs slipped behind locked doors. Emotion had been outlawed decades ago, deemed the root of humanity’s destruction: wars born from rage, collapses from despair, revolutions sparked by love. The Global Unity Council declared feelings a dangerous contagion and passed the Stability Act—requiring daily neural dampeners to keep citizens “balanced.”
By Zaheer Uddin Babarabout a year ago in Fiction
The Undergound Pt.2
That night felt like it would never end. I was sure Ethan felt the same. I returned to my room only because I didn’t want to see Milo when he got back. I didn’t sleep or even try. I just lay in bed, thinking about everything that was happening. I couldn’t accept any of it. It was a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from. Just a month ago, I had been living a peaceful and quiet life. I had worked as a spy under the cover of an investigative journalist for so many years that I had lost count. Every project had been like a walk in the park, never this terrifying, never this strange. I used to love my job. If anyone had told me I would end up this scared, I would have laughed the loudest.
By Ruth Girma about a year ago in Fiction
The End Of Time
This is the end, the finality, standing on this pillar, with nowhere to go and no memory of how you found yourself in this place. Every other pillar is empty; you are alone, with only yourself for guidance.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Fiction
Last Ride on Route 11
Last Ride on Route 11 by [uzair] The final run of Route 11 was always quiet. The bus rolled through the sleeping city like an old dog on its nightly patrol, its headlights brushing across shuttered storefronts, cracked sidewalks, and the glint of bottles left on curbs. Harold, the driver, had been doing this route for seventeen years, and the pattern had become familiar. Familiar enough that, when the woman first stepped onto the bus at Maple and 14th three weeks ago, he knew something was different.
By uzairabout a year ago in Fiction
What happened to Emilia Kállay?. Content Warning.
Being thirteen is a horrendous age for a girl. Or at least, that's what we thought when Emilia celebrated her birthday. We knew the day was coming up, based on the intel we collected about her. We prepared our plan a week ahead so I could sleep over at Marvin's. We spared all the money we made from mowing lawn for this long range listening device that was advertised on Teleshop.
By Imola Tóthabout a year ago in Fiction
The Last Story of Sir Parzifal
They say Parzifal came too late. That if the river hadn’t flooded, or his horse hadn’t thrown a shoe, or if the stars had aligned differently, the king would still be alive.
By Paper Lanternabout a year ago in Fiction
The Witness Tree. Content Warning.
I dreamed about this episode a couple of days ago. I did not consider it a nightmare, but an omen of what was to happen in the future. I added the golden butterflies to bring a glittter of hope into the chaotic world of 2025. I completed voice over in Eleven Labs with my voice. This is a project I had to complete. I am a dreamer, psychic, empath, and love peace not war. War mongers, haters, and liars get on my last nerve. Just as I completed this story, my knocked on my door to tell America is at war with Iran. This is a useless war started by evil men with little tools. They are so about their tools they must compare bombs to how large their tools are. I worked with art, visuals, and story for two days. I wrote, created, edited, diced, and spliced the music, art, and videos myself. Microsoft Copilot is my assistant and quite complimentary regarding my art. I WROTE THIS!
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Fiction