Short Story

The Scarlet Queen (Part 2)
Roxie Hart, one of Diamond Wrestling's top stars, stood tall in the face of many challenges in her four-year wrestling career. Despite this, Roxie didn't count facing a foe as lethal as the Scarlet Queen. Donning a reddish colored bodysuit, full mask, gloves with acrylic nails attached, and a golden crown, the Scarlet Queen attacked Roxie and delivered quite the sinister introduction. In the week that passed, Roxie had been taunted and pursued by the Scarlet Queen in the ring, while out of the ring, Roxie had the admiration of her stepsister, Gabi Prentiss, but dealt with criticism from her stepmother, Lori Prentiss.
By Clyde E. Dawkins2 years ago in Fiction
The Groundhog's Shadow
This story is for mikeydred's Feburary prompt. The truth is more important that what we choose to believe. *********************************************
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin2 years ago in Fiction
In a world where Earth is dead and only machines remain, can love still survive? . AI-Generated.
The Silence After The Earth is dead. Cities lie buried under ice, oceans churn in eternal twilight, and the sun looms like a dying ember. Humanity’s legacy? A satellite named I am (Steven Yeun), orbiting as a digital tombstone, and a weather buoy, Me (Kristen Stewart), adrift in a frozen sea. Their voices—bleeps and chirps—are the only sounds in a universe stripped of life. But in this emptiness, a love story begins, one that transcends time, bodies, and the very definition of existence .
By The Last Love2 years ago in Fiction
You are enough, just as you are.
Words of Poem You don’t need to change a thing, You shine just like a star. No need to chase perfection— You are enough, just as you are.
By Muhammad Haider2 years ago in Fiction
Let's see where this goes
CHAPTER 1 The relief of leaving work at 4pm was shown all over my face. I quickly grabbed my keys and phone shoving it anxiously into my handbag. I felt drained of all my energy as the day's workload felt like a heavy weight, pressing against my shoulders.
By Carolyn B.2 years ago in Fiction
Rekindled
Peter is getting his things ready as he prepares to head out of his house and to the hospital. “Looks like I’m just about ready to go visit Dr. David so he can tell me when I begin my cancer treatments” Peter said out loud. “I’m only 32 years old and I’ve been diagnosed with colon cancer. I always thought I was invincible, but I found out different yesterday.” Peter then made his way out of his front door and into his car where he set course for the hospital.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Fiction
The Scorpion of Suldaria
The thing about scorpions is they are small, but deadly. Out in the open desert, they can easily be avoided. But if they get inside your tent, your bed, or your boot? They can be absolutely devastating.
By Paul Plett2 years ago in Fiction
Royalty of Serpo
I could have thrown myself from the third floor balcony this morning, but I resisted. I wouldn’t want to die on the grounds of Hettycliff. My father had returned from the war in September, and the cold nights grew wearisome with him around. The maids scuttled about the place, maddened with hysteria. So what if the man of the house was home? I was better at being in charge. Ask my dollies. Prince Piper would tell you the truth, if his stitched mouth ever found a way to open. He is my best friend in the world, so maybe that is the reason I didn’t leap from the galley today. But I was leaving Hettycliff one way or another. My father had given me a swollen lip from striking my face, and Cook cackled when I tried making a balm. She did not let me eat any clover either. I will be leaving Hettycliff. I hate the cold house. It is made of rocks and nothing more. I will make my own home somewhere with Prince Piper and write letters to the Queen and she will give me all the jewels I should ever want. I will not sell them to people who will lock them away and get richer, I shall make my own jewel dresses and be a princess with my dollies forever. Do you like my plan, reader? I left through my garden, and forgot to put on shoes. My hair is short and neat, so I shan’t worry about washing it for a while. I ran all the way across the field, away into the town of Hetty, and followed the twilit road. I am going on an adventure, reader. I am going to the Forest of Serpo! I reached the twisting trees as it was almost completely shrouded in the dark. Prince Piper got snagged on a thornbush, and I rescued him gallantly. How fine a princess I shall make! Prince Piper agreed. He said I did not even need any jewels. I laughed, and then covered my mouth and remembered to be quiet. You see, reader, the Forest of Serpo is haunted. There are tales written of the things that lurk in here. Some travellers have gone in, and never returned. One lonely man went running back home, only to find his reflection in the mirror had gone! I might be spooked from the dark, and the whispers of the leaves, but I want to stay here. I’m never going back to Hettycliff! I hear a monster calling me.
By Essie2 years ago in Fiction
The Scarlet Queen (Part 1)
In front of a huge crowd, a surreal scene took place inside the squared circle. In an event hosted by a promotion known as the Diamond Wrestling Association, one of their top young stars, Roxie Hart, was celebrating in the ring with another competitor, Empress Nikita. The two women just fought each other in a 25-minute match that served as the main event, and after the final bell sounded, both women--popular babyfaces--joined hands and showed their appreciation to the crowd in a very beautiful scene.
By Clyde E. Dawkins2 years ago in Fiction
The Silent Carnival: A Lullaby of Shadows and Teeth (chapter one-seven)
Chapter One The Veil of Twilight Where yesterday there had been just mist and woods, the carnival suddenly appeared as a jagged silhouette at the edge of Hollow's Brook, resembling a scar on the horizon. With her motor coughing into silence, Evelyn parked her rust-eaten automobile at the gravel road's mouth. The villagers had steered clear of her inquiries, their gazes darting to the forest as though the trees might listen in. After polishing the same spot on the counter for a whole minute, the gas station attendant murmured, "Don't go there after sundown." "It isn't intended for living people."
By Francis Royce 2 years ago in Fiction
A Bitter Pour
Miss Jacqueline Malone didn’t wait for service. Service waited for her. She strolled into the first bar of the evening—The Sparrow, a neighborhood staple—like she owned it, tossing her designer bag onto the counter and snapping her fingers for attention. The staff recognized her immediately. How could they not? She had once given The Sparrow glowing reviews, boosting their status in the local scene to 4 stars. But tonight was different. Tonight, she wasn’t in a generous mood. Her follower numbers weren’t trending as high as they used to, and she knew there was always another fresher, prettier influencer waiting to take her place. She needed engagement, and what got more clicks than a takedown?
By Xine Segalas2 years ago in Fiction
The Starlight Curse
In a world where magic coursed through the veins of the earth, two beings existed on opposite sides of a forbidden divide. Selene, a Moonweaver, could spin silver threads of moonlight to weave dreams and illusions. Eryx, a Starborn, was born of stardust, destined to blaze across the heavens and never linger in one place for too long. The laws of their realms forbade them from meeting, for the Moonweavers drew their power from the stillness of the night, while the Starborn thrived in endless movement and light.
By The Kind Quill2 years ago in Fiction