Short Story

Why is there evil in the world?
No one knew when the Weaver arrived in the village. She simply appeared one morning, hunched beneath a heavy black shawl, her face hidden, hands always busy with her loom.
By Manatwal Khanabout a year ago in Fiction
Her Smile Was the Last Clue
The Girl Who Smiled at Rain It all began in the quiet town of Willowbrook, where the rain fell almost every afternoon, and the streets smelled of old books and roses.
By Muhammad Hayatabout a year ago in Fiction
Blame It On Arnold
"Mom, Joey took my Gameboy out of my room again!" Chris snapped, his pale, freckled face scrunched in an angry scowl and his brown eyes flashing, "Make him give it back!"
By Natalie Grayabout a year ago in Fiction
Trauma With Benefits. Content Warning.
You Have the Power “There’s a reason this is permanent,” I said, jutting my bracelet tattoo toward the bright-eyed crowd, pausing long enough for the cameras to catch the view.
By Lora Colemanabout a year ago in Fiction
The plans that weren't
The Prompt Write a story about a summer that never turned out the way it was supposed to. Maggie had her entire summer planned out. She had two family vacations and had scheduled both her two jobs. As well as plenty of plans with some of her close friends. The mall, museums, new movies. It was going to be perfect. she had also planned her rest days and exercise days so she wouldn't be on the go all the time.
By Paige Krauseabout a year ago in Fiction
Into The Mangroves
As I step foot on the pancake battered sand, I sink deep into the powdery earth. Tiger tail shells scatter in the sand softly with their red-orange color beaming brightly enough to compete with sunrise shells in Kauai. Their yellow ridges fan out, resembling a brilliant setting sunset. Each one having slightly different colors radiating from orange to fuchsia hues. My favorite shells have a spray effect with powdery rusty red paintbrush outlining the ridges of the Tiger tails.
By Tony Martelloabout a year ago in Fiction
Stitch Count. Winner in You Were Never Really Here Challenge.
Lola could have easily worked in a munitions factory. "I love the repetition, it's so peaceful," Lola said while we took a break from rolling napkins and polishing silverware. She leaned against the cold brick, blowing smoke into the night sky, grinning like a child while she stared at the moon.
By Autumn Stewabout a year ago in Fiction
Lucky Friday the 13th. Top Story - June 2025.
“Good morning!” “Is it?” Heather snapped. “Isn’t it?” Greg asked, confused. “It’s Friday the 13th! How can it be a good morning?!”
By Laura DePaceabout a year ago in Fiction
An Invitation. Top Story - June 2025.
We moved in two months ago, I never spotted him once in all that time, and that is the reason I found myself on his doorstep, so I could get to know him. Okay, my wife made me, saying it is unnatural and discourteous on our part that we do not know our neighbor. Is it my fault he is aloof, a hermit type guy, who am I to judge how a person lives their life.
By JBazabout a year ago in Fiction
The Clock maker's Gift”. AI-Generated.
“The Clock maker's Gift” In the crooked heart of Old Brindle Town, nestled between ivy-covered bookshops and crooked chimneys, stood a tiny clock shop owned by an old man named Eliot Graves. He was a quiet man with cloud-white hair and a face like wrinkled leather, always dressed in a brown vest and red scarf, always polishing gears too small for ordinary eyes to see.
By Atifa Iqbalzadaabout a year ago in Fiction
Grandma’s Attic Had a Secret She Never Told Anyone
Grandma’s Attic Had a Secret She Never Told Anyone The house creaked with the kind of silence that only comes after someone is gone. Ellie stood at the bottom of the narrow staircase leading up to the attic—her grandmother’s attic. She’d been asked to clean it out, to sort through boxes and old furniture for donations. But as she stared at the cracked wooden steps, something in her chest told her this wouldn’t be a simple clean-up.
By Hamidabout a year ago in Fiction
Child's Play
Mystifying Marvin and his assistant, Bodacious Brenda, worked the senior circuit, which consisted of 55+ and assisted living communities. The duo, whose shows never lasted past 9:00p.m., bewildered and impressed their audiences with sleight of hand and Marvin’s specialty, hypnosis. Brenda would meander through the crowd, selecting unsuspecting and relatively spry audience members to take part in the hypnosis segment of the act.
By Mark Gagnonabout a year ago in Fiction