Short Story

Fuchsia Fire And The Purple Lake
This story was originally published in Short Shorts on Medium. ************** A dry wind raises dusky dirt off the barren land and flings it about. I squint. Dirt specks pierce my corneas… but I keep my eyes open… for I see it.
By Stephen Kramer Avitabile2 years ago in Fiction
The Strange Disappearance of Grady O’Doul
He had never taken the trail before. What he encountered along the way insured the fact that he would never take it again. Grady O’Doul couldn’t believe he had taken the advice of a so-called friend and turned onto the trail called “The Narrow”. He had never been on this trail before. If it hadn’t been recommended by someone he trusted, he would have never tried it.
By Scott A. Gese2 years ago in Fiction
Salon Talk
The beauticians in the Cut Up & Dye Parlor were running around in a frenzy, trying to prepare the salon for a customer with special needs who had a standing weekly appointment with the ladies. The other customers in the establishment were in various stages of completion, and most were used to this weekly hysteria. With only thirty minutes before the customer arrived the girls were feeling the pressure, and the new girl, Beth Ann, was at a loss as to why everything had to be done a certain way.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Fiction
The Timeless Appeal of Pirate Stories: Why Pirates of the Caribbean Still Captivates Audiences. AI-Generated.
Privateers have consistently held an exceptional spot in the aggregate creative mind. From the high oceans to covered treasure, privateers as trying explorers, talented pilots, and insubordinate mavericks has long enraptured narrators. However, what is it about privateer stories that keep on drawing in crowds, even in a cutting edge world so distant from the brilliant time of robbery?
By Shaikh Md Niloy Ahmmed Reyad2 years ago in Fiction
Twelve. Content Warning.
Once upon a time, twelve princesses lived beneath the velvet fist of their father, the King. He gave them everything—except freedom.
By Iris Obscura2 years ago in Fiction
The Moment of Realization.
DISCLAIMER - THE CHARACTERS, PLACES, SITUATION EVERYTHING IN THIS STORY IS FICTIONAL. Characters : • THE MAIN CHARACTER - KACE ( A BOY, 24 YEARS OLD, A GRADUATE, UNEMPLOYED )
By Kambalapally Kavya2 years ago in Fiction
Wheels
In June 1976, I was four years old and living in Bangor, Northern Ireland. The country was enveloped in an oppressive heat haze; driven by a combination of burning Ulsterbuses, exploding petrol bombs, and a record-breaking summer.
By Simon Aylward2 years ago in Fiction
"The Last Letter"
The envelope was yellowed with age, its edges frayed as if it had been opened and closed a thousand times. Clara found it tucked beneath the floorboard of her grandmother’s attic, where the scent of dust and memories lingered. The handwriting on the front was delicate, almost hesitant, as if the writer had paused between each word to steady their trembling hand.
By T.A. Lone2 years ago in Fiction
The Narrative Nexus 5: The Fall of Fire
Zap! A jagged bolt of lightning, searing and blinding, struck perilously close, its thunderous roar sending reverberations through the landscape. Towering waves of scorching, brilliant red lava surged through the engulfed city, leaving nothing but a blazing inferno in its wake. The malodorous stench of death permeated the smog-choked air.
By Shrev2 years ago in Fiction
The Narrative Nexus 4: The Avalanche
The ominous gale billowed at my sweaty face as I clomped through the thick snow. I clambered into my frail wooden loft to imbibe a cup of tepid soup. Out of the blue, a deafening roar reverberated through the frigid air. I sensed the ‘Sword of Damocles’ suspended above my head as I stepped out of my warm, snug hut and discovered the cataclysm. It was an avalanche.
By Shrev2 years ago in Fiction
Angel at Exit 27
Angel at Exit 27 By Justina Taylor She was always so thin, so completely gorgeous. A defined, yet soft facial structure, thin and curvy all at once. She wasn’t too tall or tan. And she didn’t even have to wear a lot of makeup, though she always wore a little bronzer to cover up her freckles and loose-fitting clothing to cloak her beautiful, yet never good enough physique.
By Justina Taylor2 years ago in Fiction
Knightfall
The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, and Gavin Hughes stepped into the sleek marble lobby of Excalibur Communications, the most prestigious PR firm in New York City.
By Sara Little2 years ago in Fiction