Short Story
The Unexpected Bill
One day, a woman went to a five-star hotel to spend a day. But she was not a big money maker. And she did not have much understanding of money either. After spending a luxurious night, she went to the cashier to pay the bill the next day before leaving.
By Rohitha Lankaabout a year ago in Fiction
Ghost Shop. Content Warning.
"Ghost Shop...Yala Forest" It was so eerie to hear the chirping of the birds at 3am on a dark moonless night. Old Hunter Mark's decades of experience in the northern forest led him to walk deeper into the Old Yala Forest, a cursed area that would scare away hunters from nearby decades ago.
By Rohitha Lankaabout a year ago in Fiction
Empathy Patch . Winner in The Unhappy Ending Challenge.
Ryn scrolled Algora over breakfast, only mildly interested in the day's issues. “The Capital proposes new funding for affordable homes South of Vell. Owner and CEO hopes this will reduce financial hardship on low-stability families.”
By Steph Marieabout a year ago in Fiction
The coffee's still hot
I woke up to the sound of my alarm blaring like it had something personal against me. 6:30 a.m. The sky outside was dull and gray, the kind of morning that feels like it never really woke up. I sat on the edge of the bed for a moment longer than I should’ve, rubbing the sleep from my eyes and pretending that five more minutes wouldn’t make me even later.
By Elendionneabout a year ago in Fiction
Who is behind?
While checking the filter messages, I saw that some nudes of my wife were sent from an ID named Tanvir Ahnaf. Ritu's face was clear in the pictures. I zoomed in on the pictures to be more sure. No, it's Ritu. The mole on the left side of the chest is also clear. If it had been edited, the mole would definitely not have been there. The ID has deactivated me with the text.
By Md Ariful Islamabout a year ago in Fiction
MIDNIGHT MAGIC - ch 22
MIDNIGHT MAGIC – ch 22 Julie (*)(*)(*) As Ian took hold of the doorknob, he stopped, bowed his head, and took a deep breath. He wasn’t sure how he could possibly help Julie, but he knew that his anger wouldn’t help her at all. Slowly releasing his breath, he released as much anger as possible. He opened the door, then walked out to the front yard.
By Margaret Brennanabout a year ago in Fiction
Shadow's Of The Heart
Velora, a city shrouded in silence but illuminated by neon, experienced heavy rain. Zayan, a former elite agent, now runs a bookstore in peace, far removed from the life of murder and betrayal he left behind. A beautiful, wet, breathless woman walked into his store one evening. Aria was her name. She said, "I need your assistance." "They're looking for me." Zayan was against getting involved. However, he was drawn in by something in her eyes—pain, fire, or desperateness. He provided her with shelter. They moved in the shadows in the days that followed, changing places, avoiding cameras, and surviving. Their bond grew over time. They shared warmth in silence as they conversed under flickering streetlights, and in those fleeting moments, genuine love crept in. However, Aria had something to hide. Zayan could feel it. Her skepticism and trepidation in response to certain inquiries. He did not press. Perhaps because he did not desire the truth. Or perhaps he was simply sick of running from what he wanted. The night of betrayal followed. Their hideout was stormed by an elite strike team. Zayan fought ferociously and wound up in the soldier he had previously buried. Aria disappeared amid the disorder. He found her hours later behind reinforced glass in a classified government facility. She said in a low voice, "I didn't lie about anything." They entrusted me with bringing you out of hiding. However, I did not anticipate caring. Zayan remained stationary. The organization thought he had information that could break apart a powerful web, buried deep from a previous mission. The skilled and brilliant Aria was ordered to get close. to ensure his safety. Loved. She whispered, "I was supposed to betray you." "But I wasn't expecting... this," The lights stop working. Screams reverberated. The explosions continued. She had always been a mystery to Zayan. He infected the system with a virus. a safety net. He vanished into the night once more amid the facility's chaos. Weeks went by. They claimed that the explosion killed Aria. But there was no body found. A woman arrived in a remote northern village months later, wounded and with shattered memories. Elina was given to her by the locals. She had no recollection. But she dreamed of rain, books, and a man she couldn't name every night. She saw him one morning as she was walking through the market: a man in a weathered coat standing far away. They locked eyes. Her pulse sped up. He vanished before she could react, though. merely a shadow. Or perhaps, love decides to guard from afar.
By Riazul Islamabout a year ago in Fiction
Crash
Creeeeek. creeeeek. A pause of noise then silence. As if something was halted or stopped suddenly. The sound or sudden stillness made me look up from my screen. My fingers froze in their mid typing position as i waited for something but I can not imagine what before resuming the work i had been doing. Then there it was again.... something slinking across the floor with a creaking motion this time slowly getting louder and creepier as it slithered seemingly across the slick floor in the hallway.
By Kia T Cooper-Erbstabout a year ago in Fiction
Chinese Mythology Tales 2
Hello everyone! Starting today, I'll be sharing Chinese mythological stories with you. I'll do my best to explain any terms that might be unfamiliar, so before reading the story, it would help to understand some background about these special terms. The title of this story is:The Man Who Grew an Ear Imp
By William Neroabout a year ago in Fiction
