Short Story

My Lover
The rain fell gently on the narrow streets of Venice, casting golden reflections on the cobbled path where Emilia stood, wrapped in a deep red shawl. Her eyes searched the crowd, not for a familiar face—but for a memory.
By HUBREXXabout a year ago in Fiction
Reading Guide For The Light Of Luna Park. AI-Generated.
If you’re a fan of heartwarming stories with a touch of mystery and a deep emotional core, The Light of Luna Park by Anisha Lakhani is a book you won’t want to miss. A beautifully written novel that blends history, romance, and the thrill of discovery, The Light of Luna Park has captured the hearts of readers everywhere. This reading guide is here to offer a deeper understanding of the book and provide insights into its themes, characters, and the emotional journey it takes readers on. With this Reading Guide for The Light of Luna Park, you'll be able to fully appreciate the layers of storytelling that make this novel so special.
By YUVRAJabout a year ago in Fiction
The Relentless Pursuit of a Dream
There is a moment in every life when a dream takes shape. It can happen anywhere, while walking home from work, during a quiet evening, or even in the middle of a noisy morning. For Emma, that moment arrived when she realized she wanted to be a successful graphic designer. Not just any designer, but someone whose work could inspire others, someone who could bring ideas to life in ways that spoke louder than words.
By Hassan Qureshiabout a year ago in Fiction
Keeping It Interesting
Tina screamed through the towel clenched in her teeth as she felt an alligator rip at her from the inside and commence to death roll her organs. Water sloshed over the edge of the kiddie pool, onto the painter’s plastic laid over the basement floor. Steam swirled around her like some jungle movie set. Rivulets of condensation poured down the plastic walls she had put up to make this little torture chamber. She took another temperature reading, one hundred and three degrees, noting it on a nearby whiteboard. Tina sighed. How long could she sustain this? Then she screamed again, digging her fingernails into her hard, round belly and drawing blood. Goddamned Jurassic Park, she thought, and not for the first time. Life will find a way? More like life will find a way to screw you over.
By Sean A.about a year ago in Fiction
What would you write?
If you were the teacher in this classroom, what would you be teaching? This seems to be a classroom in a poor nation, and if I were teaching, I believe that I would be teaching a Basic English as a second language course for various students that could be interested in moving to the United States of need to learn English for a new position of some kind. On the blackboard behind the desk, I would probably write on the board with words of introduction and pronunciation keys and do some oral exercises using those words as a first lesson.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
The Last Letter
I spent my childhood in a remote village in Bangladesh—Rampur. Rivers, open fields, bamboo groves, and scattered thatched huts painted the perfect landscape of an innocent, magical childhood. There were no mobile phones, no internet, not even electricity. But life felt fuller, every moment was vivid—far more real than the fast-paced, grey-toned city life I now live.
By Kevin Hudsonabout a year ago in Fiction
Love
The more I gain in life, the more I fear losing it. I’ve always been like this—overthinking, overanalyzing, and preparing myself for worst-case scenarios. Of course, no one wants to experience pain, disappointment, or abandonment. But recently, I’ve been reflecting on just how deeply my rejection sensitivity runs. It’s intense—so much so that I sometimes construct imagined realities just to protect myself from emotional risk. And when I begin to focus on growth, healing, and pursuing the things I truly want in life… that fear returns, stronger than ever.
By Muhammad about a year ago in Fiction
Formal Resignation – From Being the Strong One. AI-Generated.
Dear Whomever Keeps Score, Please accept this letter as my formal resignation from the position of “The Strong One.” Effective immediately.
By Roland Nemethabout a year ago in Fiction
Ink Won’t Fade Where the Soul Speaks. AI-Generated.
I used to think healing was loud— like doors slamming shut behind you, like battles won with a roar. But it came to me soft instead—
By Roland Nemethabout a year ago in Fiction
Heavy Burden
My story for the NYC Midnight 100-word story challenge didn't move me to the second round, so as promised I am going to publish it here. The assignment was as follows: genre - action/adventure, action - piggybacking, word - germ.
By Lana V Lynxabout a year ago in Fiction
Love to Kill. AI-Generated.
The city of Veridia pulsed with neon and secrets, its rain-slicked streets a canvas for lovers and liars. At its heart stood the Crimson Veil, a nightclub where desires were currency and betrayal was a dance. Elise Varnier, with her raven hair and eyes like storm clouds, was its queen. She moved through the crowd, her silk dress clinging to her like a lover’s promise, but her gaze was fixed on one man: Julian Kane.
By David Andrewsabout a year ago in Fiction
Giraffes Under Pressure
The blood pressure of the giraffe, the most extreme among land animals at approximately 260/160 mmHg. This high pressure is required to force the blood to travel up their long necks, which can be two metres or specifically, more,to the brain to deliver oxygen.
By Rohitha Lankaabout a year ago in Fiction