Short Story

The Weight of Perfection
The Strain of Being the ''Perfect'' Daughter'' From the moment you could hold a pencil, you were the responsible one. The daughter who never came home with a bad report card, the daughter who never caused a fuss at school.
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Fiction
Missed Freedom. AI-Generated.
I didn’t see the drone arrive. It was whirring away when I opened the front door, visible over the driveway and capturing the attention of a curious cat. My laconic Lachlan leaned against the door jamb and said, “That package came by the drone.”
By Daniella Libero2 years ago in Fiction
The squirrel and the human
It’s early spring. The sun is finally shining after months of cold and snow. A human has just finished his basketball practice in his backyard. He sits on a bench, enjoying the fresh air and the distant sunset. A thin, scruffy squirrel scurries up to him, tail twitching. The squirrel stops a few feet away, tilts its head, and speaks.
By Susan Fourtané 2 years ago in Fiction
Possession is Nine-Tenths Above the Law
For Nadine Warren, her long ordeal was over. It was supposed to be a happy time for Nadine. She and her husband, Josh Foster, moved into an elegant home--somewhat old-fashioned look, but elegant. The move was part of the couple celebrating a year of wedded bliss, and they were very much in love, acting like the newlyweds they were.
By Clyde E. Dawkins2 years ago in Fiction
A Father's Broken Heart
"A Father's Lament" That is my daughter - the sorrow of my soul that has been uprooted. I laid her in a cradle carved by my own hands,
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Fiction
Last Son of Ironhorn [ch.3]. Content Warning.
Balor was awoken by the beginnings of a dense downpour, the type common to the region in the late summer months. The dense canopy of the Jotunn Forest shielded them from much of the rainfall, but even so the needles of the pines could only hold back so much. Luckily enough, the foreboding hill giant bones that made up Gallows Grove were large enough to shelter under. Balor had everyone move under a massive ribcage jutting out of the ground like an overturned hull, the rib bones shielding them from the worst of the rain.
By Marty Res2 years ago in Fiction
The Dwarf That Brought Fortunes
Long before the villages were firmly established, when the people still lived in scattered settlements and survived by hunting and gathering, there were tales of mystical beings that roamed the forests. The elders spoke of spirits that watched over the land, some benevolent and others mischievous. Among these stories, one was whispered with caution—the tale of a tiny, hairy dwarf that dwelt in the forest.
By Aku Kapfo2 years ago in Fiction
Why Socrates Was Killed
Why was Socrates killed? Socrates, the greatest philosopher of all time, was actually the most hated man in Athens. He was accused of cruelty and corruption of the youth.
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Fiction
Nature's Day in Court
Nature's Day in Court Udani, Chanchala, and Jayamali are three girls who work in the same boarding house in a garment factory. Despite all the difficulties and problems, they had a happy, brotherly bond. But today, there is no place to find that happiness. Udani is crying and Chanchala is crying and tired. Jayamali is looking back and forth between the two. Chanchala's phone rang. It was recorded as Amma. Jayamali picked it up. Chanchala immediately grabbed her hand.
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Fiction
The Rope of Fate
Mistake Sujeeva's problem was facing Jinasiri. Sujeeva knew that Jinasiri would break down and come running here at any moment.
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Fiction
Fresh Bread
Every morning, Uncle Vinnie filled the neighborhood with the smell of freshly baked bread. The aroma floated over the bustling streets, bouncing along on the heads of the rushing men and women who were on their way, lemming-like, to work. Focused on what they were doing, on what new problems would face them when they reached their cluttered desks, they didn’t consciously acknowledge the smell of the bread. But its magical scent reached out to capture them: tickling their noses, making their mouths water, relentlessly turning them away from their harried, rushed mornings, and leading them to Uncle Vinnie’s bakery. They would arrive, bemused, confused, hypnotised by that wonderful aroma, to find themselves standing before Uncle Vinnie’s counter with no idea how they got there, or what they wanted.
By Laura DePace2 years ago in Fiction
Last Minute
Introduction This is from a Vocal Prompt story. This one in fact: The one I have chosen is: Write a story that begins with the line, "The world was ending, but they didn't care."
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction