Short Story

The Little Cabin/house
The person came out of the little cabin with the book in hand. Went over to the big rocks, and looked really closely at them. Noticed that indeed they were tombstones. Looked at the book and at the stones, and the names in the book matched the ones on these stones. Rest easy.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
The Classroom
What can one learn in a classroom? We all learn our letters and numbers and a many other skills as well. One needs to look beyond the basics. Classrooms, as this one can teach many things like how to get along with others in the community, but will it be rote or not?
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
Inside Section E : where silence screams
Huhh ! section E , I love this Philippines drama so much that I want to make you all feel the same , I am so obsessed with this drama . So I will share a glimpse of this drama and that glimpse will be full of twist , And image how that drama will going to be .
By umajyoti Dabout a year ago in Fiction
Angel Blue Eyes
It was the eyes that caught him first. Not the way the sunlight framed her auburn hair. Not the delicate way she carried herself through the crowded street, gliding as though untouched by the noise and chaos around her. It was her eyes—impossibly blue, like glacier lakes under starlight—that froze David in his tracks.
By Rohullahabout a year ago in Fiction
The cypress shade. Content Warning.
Edo Period, Japan — Year of the Fire Horse The village of Tsukihana lay nestled between cedar-covered hills and mist-veiled rice fields. In spring, the petals of white plum trees fell like snow, and the laughter of children ran down the stone paths like mountain water. The people lived simply—by the seasons, the crops, the temple bell.
By E. hasanabout a year ago in Fiction
Whiskers & Woes
In the quiet, sun-dappled corner of the house, where shadows and light played tag, there lived a cat named Whiskers. He wasn’t your ordinary house cat; no, he was a creature of grace, agility, and an utterly mischievous mind. His fur was sleek and glossy, a perfect blend of midnight black and silver, which shimmered in the moonlight whenever he crept through the house after hours.
By Rohullahabout a year ago in Fiction
Claws & Fangs
In the heart of the quiet suburban neighborhood, two beasts roamed. They were not the kind of creatures you would find in a jungle or a wild savanna, but they carried the same primal instincts. They were Claws, a sleek and swift cat with a coat of midnight black fur, and Fangs, a large and powerful dog with a coat of golden brown. Their rivalry was legendary, known far and wide across the neighborhood as the battle between feline cunning and canine strength.
By Rohullahabout a year ago in Fiction
The Village That Stopped Listening
Chapter One: The Boy and the Hill Once, in a quiet valley surrounded by deep forests and flowing rivers, there was a village called Willowbrook. Its people were kind, hard-working, and always ready to help one another. At the edge of this village lived a young shepherd boy named Arun.
By Rohullahabout a year ago in Fiction
The Color of Family
Nicole and her adopted son Joe are on their way to the store to pick up some groceries for the weekend. “Child!” Nicole started strikingly. “Will you slow down before you get us a ticket?” “We ain’t gettin’ a ticket” Joe assured. “If one-time stops us and sees that my mama is Caucasian and tall they’ll let us go” he joked. “If that’s the case then you should let me drive” Nicole suggested. “Well if I did that we’d never get to the store on time, because you drive like Ms. Daisy” Joe replied sarcastically.
By Joe Pattersonabout a year ago in Fiction
The Lion and the Lamb
In a faraway land where mountains kissed the skies and rivers sang gentle songs, there lived a mighty lion named Leo. He was the king of the forest, feared by all for his strength and roar. Yet deep in his heart, Leo longed for peace, not power.
By Ali Gauhar Ali Gauharabout a year ago in Fiction
The Solitude of Emily Dickinson
In the upstairs bedroom of a large white house in Amherst, Massachusetts, Emily Dickinson lived most of her adult life, unseen by many and misunderstood by nearly all. She was not a ghost, though some neighbors suspected she might be one. She was not a saint, though her letters held a kind of quiet gospel. She was not crazy, as some whispered after she stopped attending church or appearing at town functions. She was simply herself—fiercely private, deeply observant, and impossible to categorize.
By Tim Carmichaelabout a year ago in Fiction
Blunder of Justice
Eugene Maxwell never intended to become a superhero. In fact, most mornings he struggled just to put on socks without losing balance. But after a freak accident involving a microwave burrito, a radioactive toaster, and a lightning storm that defied all meteorological logic, Eugene woke up with powers… and a limp.
By Lucianabout a year ago in Fiction