Short Story
Night Surfing
Sunlight filtered through the canvas tent. Sahine opened her large black eyes, then stretched her arms upward. Her hands brushed against the seashell strands hanging from the wooden beam. Ine slept on her tiny cot a few feet away, her stringy hair splayed on the cloth.
By Kaitlin Shanks2 years ago in Fiction
Him
"He's coming." "Who's coming, baby?" Allison returned the milk jug to the fridge and shut the door. It was a beautiful, Spring morning. The birds were singing, and sunlight as fresh as lemonade filled the kitchen. Her five-year-old, Inzu, was drawing on sheets of paper at the table, while her eight-and-a-half-month-old, BJ, was in his high chair, steadily sucking on his bottle, his wide and attentive eyes following Allison as she crossed the kitchen to finish the dishes in the sink. When she passed the table, her eyes landed on the picture her daughter was drawing. It was a furiously drawn sketch of a strange creature with long purple fur and bright red, frightening eyes.
By Cynthia C. Scott2 years ago in Fiction
Best Stories for Kids
Short Stories for Kids The True Friend Once upon a time, in a quiet village surrounded by lush green hills, lived two best friends, Mia and Sam. They did everything together—playing by the river, climbing trees, and sharing their lunches at school. One summer, the village prepared for a grand festival. Everyone was excited, especially Mia and Sam. They decided to make paper lanterns to hang around the village square. One afternoon, while working on the lanterns, Mia accidentally spilled ink on Sam’s favorite book. Sam’s face turned red with anger. “You ruined my book!” he shouted. Mia felt terrible. “I didn’t mean to, Sam. I’m really sorry,” she said. But Sam, still upset, refused to listen. He walked away, leaving Mia alone. The next day, he ignored her at school. Mia felt hurt, but she decided to give him some space. That evening, as Sam walked home, dark clouds gathered, and soon a heavy storm broke out. The wind howled, and the rain poured down, making it hard to see. Suddenly, Sam slipped on the muddy road and twisted his ankle. He cried out in pain, but there was no one around. Just when he thought he would be stuck in the rain all night, he saw a familiar figure running towards him. It was Mia! She held out her hand. “Come on, Sam. Let’s get you home.” Sam hesitated, remembering how he had ignored her. But Mia didn’t seem to care about their fight—she just wanted to help. With her support, he limped back home. Sam’s heart filled with gratitude. “I was so mean to you, Mia, but you still helped me.” Mia smiled. “That’s what friends do, Sam.” From that day on, Sam understood what true friendship meant—not just having fun together but standing by each other, no matter what. And so, their friendship grew even stronger, shining brighter than any lantern at the festival. The End.
By Hindi Premi2 years ago in Fiction
Hello Ellee
The building was abuzz with chatter about Ellee coming and tons of reporters blocked the sidewalks in front of 1603 Pennsylvania. Driving a cab in the city wasn't my dream job, but I made enough to catch up on some bills, find an affordable apartment, work my own hours, and pursue other avenues. So, I didn't complain.
By Jason Morton2 years ago in Fiction
Selections from the Grand Bazaar
Mizuki wasn’t like other cats. She was the sole survivor of her mother’s second litter, a fighter and a survivor in a city where life for a stray was either one defined by abundance or one defined by scarcity, and the latter tended to be far more likely. Mizuki was lucky enough to be picked up by a young human girl when she was a kitten years ago though, so abundance was her normal now. The girl lived above a row of convenience stores where lots of humans came and went, leaving a great deal of trash that brought mice and rats right to Mizuki’s doorstep. She hardly had to leave the warmth of one of the stores to grab a plump rodent for dinner when it rained.
By R.R. Stephenson2 years ago in Fiction
Selections from the Grand Bazaar
The Hardlands outside of Vargos, where suburbs sat abandoned and half-buried in irradiated sand, where cracked highways crisscrossed the landscape like dry veins, and the only water to drink came from bubbling toxic marshes scattered across the plains.
By R.R. Stephenson2 years ago in Fiction
The Assignment. Top Story - February 2025.
The Assignment D. A. Ratliff I woke up in Paris, not knowing if this would be the best or worst day of my life. Dawn lit the city sky outside the hotel room where I had spent the last three days posing as a wealthy vineyard heiress from Reims. There was a plot to kidnap the young heiress, Lucie Boudoin, and I had taken her place as bait. For my first assignment, being bait was stressful, but I had to admit it was a bit of an adrenaline rush.
By D. A. Ratliff2 years ago in Fiction
Billionaire's Secret Love- Ep2
Episode 2: Unveiling the Veil Morning light filtered through the stained-glass windows of the Bellmont Estate’s drawing room, splashing soft colors across polished mahogany and deep velvet drapes. Olivia Harper awoke with a restless mind—a head swirling with half-formed theories and the echo of a clandestine night. The image of that hidden study and the forbidden document played over and over in her thoughts, each replay stirring an insatiable hunger for truth.
By Victor Akinremi2 years ago in Fiction
Selections from the Grand Bazaar
Hans despised every visit he had to make to Vargos. Back in Berlin, he didn’t have to hop into a flying car to avoid risking his life on the city streets. Moreover, back home, there was no degree of horrific poverty that even came close to what he saw in Vargos in passing. When flying from the airport to wherever his meetings were in the city, they always passed over the monstrosity of waste that locals called “The Roman Stacks.” It made his stomach turn to see the masses of people living their lives in what could generously be compared to a landfill.
By R.R. Stephenson2 years ago in Fiction
