Short Story

Lost in Time, Lost in Love
That city was once theirs; every corner, every dusky café, every park bench held whispers of their names in utter silence. But time is a great eraser of footprints, a gradual fading of echoes, till even the loudest laughter begot only a distant hum.
By Hillary2 years ago in Fiction
Scared Straight
It was a typical Monday for Erica Harrell, as she was seated at her desk, in her fifth period English class, fast asleep. Erica's passion was less about learning and attending classes, and more about attending the latest wrestling event. Erica was supposed to do a big weekend assignment, but she couldn't help but attend that event, especially since the event featured a wrestler known as Queen Chaos, one of the most feared villainesses in women's wrestling.
By Clyde E. Dawkins2 years ago in Fiction
my girlfriend cheated on me with a senior chapter 14
The days after the breakup were a blur of emotions—anger, sadness, frustration, and, most of all, disappointment. I had spent months, maybe even years, believing in a love that was never real. Emily had broken me in a way I never thought possible. The worst part? She had done it for someone who didn’t even care about her the way I did.
By Ilsa Sophia2 years ago in Fiction
Romantasy Reigns: How Love and Magic Are Capturing Millennial and Gen Z Hearts:
The Midnight Reader’s Secret Picture this: It’s 2 a.m., and a 24-year-old reader swipes her Kindle under the covers, eyes glued to a scene where a warrior queen battles shadow demons—and melts into a forbidden kiss with a morally gray fae prince. She’s not alone. Across the globe, millions are losing sleep over romantasy—the genre blending fantasy’s epic stakes with romance’s intimate yearning. Welcome to the literary phenomenon rewriting the rules of escapism.
By Sanchita Chatterjee2 years ago in Fiction
The Afternoon When Time Forgot Itself
In the coastal community of Encinitas, where the scent of salt mingled with the sweetness of sunscreen, perfume, and overripe egos, I discovered that time had forgotten how to move forward on an otherwise unremarkable Tuesday afternoon. It happened while I was watering the majestic magnolia tree—a tree that at over two hundred years old had witnessed drastic changes to the community, including revolutions, fires, floods, and urban development—when the church bell, recently restored, attempted to toll three o'clock and found itself unable to complete the task.
By G. A. Botero2 years ago in Fiction
The Failed Confession
“Today’s the day!” Sunny smiled at her best friend as they stood by Yara’s locker. The girl who wore red-rimmed glasses fitted over a button nose, adjusted it towards her blue-eyes that blinked at her best friend confusedly.
By Khedesia Knight 2 years ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Garden. AI-Generated.
The small town of Maplewood had one main street. At the far end of it stood a little, dusty bookstore called Thornfield’s Books. It wasn’t much to look at from the outside, just an old wooden sign with faded letters, a cracked window, and a door that creaked every time it opened. But to Anna, it was a place of magic.
By Chxse2 years ago in Fiction
The Shoemaker And The Elf
The Elves and The Shoemaker Crystal and Mimi Cherry Merry’s Story Shoemakers have been around since the early 1600s. A welcome and useful skill of the time. Now shoes are massed produced and have lost a little originality.
By LiciaEmber2 years ago in Fiction
"The Path of the Stars"
"The Path of the Stars" The stars had always captivated Lena. The night sky was her sole consistent friend when she was growing up in a little village tucked away in a verdant valley. She first heard about the Starlit Path—a legendary trail that is supposed to reappear just once per century and leads to an ancient treasure buried deep in the mountains—there, under the sparkling lights.
By Rajoan Islam2 years ago in Fiction
"The Secret We Do not Share"
"The Secret We Do not Share" Eliot had always sensed that something about her—about him—was unusual. Lily would not talk much about it, but whenever someone inquired about her family, she would quickly grin or change the topic. Since Eliot had met Lily, there had always been a certain calm about her that made her seem impervious to criticism, like a secret just waiting to be revealed.
By Rajoan Islam2 years ago in Fiction
"Wind Whispers"
"Wind Whispers" Emily first heard the whispering in the late afternoon. She was seated on the weathered wooden bench beside the lake, staring at the glistening water. Her hair was tousled by the chilly breeze, and the air was filled with the sound of leaves rustling. Emily, an artist by profession, found solace in Willowbrook's quietness. Peace, however, had begun seeping through her fingers all of a sudden, like water through pipes. She had been dealing with the recent death of her mother, and even though the town was beautiful, she felt a void in her heart.
By Rajoan Islam2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Storyteller of Earth. AI-Generated.
The world had grown quiet. Too quiet. The skies once filled with the hum of airplanes and the chatter of life were now empty. Cities stood as silent monuments to a time when laughter echoed through the streets. The air no longer carried the scent of rain on pavement or the warmth of sunlit afternoons. It was cold and still as if the Earth itself was holding its breath.
By Muzammil Faraz2 years ago in Fiction