Short Story

The Memory Market Wizard: Ultimate Guide to Trading Consciousness in 2045
The neon-drenched skyline of Neo-Shanghai pulsed like a digital heartbeat against the midnight sky. From my trading desk on the 157th floor of the Memory Exchange Tower, I monitored consciousness market patterns through my neural display. The memory trading indicators flashed urgently: joy index down 3.2%, first kiss experiences rallying at 12%, childhood nostalgia forming what market wizards call a "dangerous bubble."
By Ian Mark Ganut2 years ago in Fiction
Little Black Book
As a kid, I grew up always hearing, “anything you want, you can make it happen.” My grandfather was one of those people who walked around with extreme confidence and he pushed that idea into what seemed like everyone he came into contact with. Known far and wide as Grandpop or just Pop Pop. He was an entrepreneur in our city for more than 30 years and won awards for his community involvement and activism. For being a self made man he was extremely humble and constantly expressing how grateful he was for everything in his life. There was just an aura about him. Like he never had a worry in the world. An embodiment of Bob Marley’s Three Little Birds. You could hear him randomly whistling throughout any given day.
By J Giddens2 years ago in Fiction
Timeless Matters
And all of a sudden, everything seemed small. Things, words, people—the illusion of living. The silence remained, a quiet observer, ever-present and eternal.
By Emad Beshay2 years ago in Fiction
Goldilocks and The Family of Three. Content Warning.
In the middle of the English countryside, in a quiet and idyllic overgrown forest, there stood a little picturesque cottage. It had a thatched roof, a large window at the front and rear of the property and a white picket fence that surrounded it. There was a small garden patch at the front of the garden where stunning sunflowers grew, while a small number of vegetables and herbs grew in the back garden.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Fiction
The Untold Story of the Lubkuchenhexe. Content Warning.
The Great Famine revealed the true depths of human desperation. When humanity is pushed to the very edge, they tend to do one thing or the other - try to help as many from falling over or look out for themselves.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Fiction
Flying. Runner-Up in Legends Rewritten Challenge. Top Story - January 2025.
Wendy's life was all crisp lines and sharp edges. Polished floors. Practiced smiles. Poised postures. Her family lived just across the road from the orphanage, but her life couldn't have been more different from the large rundown building with the straggly children filtering in and out of it.
By Poppy 2 years ago in Fiction
His Arms. Content Warning.
His strong arms wrapped around me, pulling me close with a tenderness that made my heart ache. My face nestled against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat echoing through me. His hands traced the lines of my body with such care as if memorizing every curve and contour. As we held each other, the silence between us was filled with unspoken words, a testament to the shared difficulties we had overcome together.
By Mae2 years ago in Fiction
The horrifying bright yellow
The horrifying bright yellow ”They are down there in the water. I noticed multiple flashes of brilliant yellow shooting out from and then receding down below the surface, only to rise up again in a regular pattern. Like a dancing routine. Brightly yellow and lethal. Are they ridiculing us? The decaying, delicious odor of death is still trapped in my nose. We are locked here, and people are losing their minds.’
By QuirkTales2 years ago in Fiction
The Gift of Gratefulness
Chapter 1: The Darkest Day When eleven-year-old Daro woke up to the smell of smoke, he didn’t know it would be the day his life shattered. Flames consumed their small home in the quiet town of Magodu, claiming the lives of his parents. Rescuers found him clutching his mother’s scarf, his eyes wide with fear and sorrow.
By Mary Emmanuel2 years ago in Fiction
YOU'RE ALL MINE - ch 28
YOU’RE ALL MINE - ch 28 (the magic of Midnight) ^ ^ A spiffy, black Camaro eased up the road to the distillery and parked behind the building. The driver, after exiting the car, proudly swaggered to where his two friends were sitting.
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Fiction
The Truth She kept
Alesia’s earliest memories were of laughter echoing through the sunlit kitchen of her childhood home, her mother Martina humming an old Italian tune as her father, Paolo, teased her for singing off-key. Their home, nestled in a quiet neighborhood on the outskirts of Rome, was filled with warmth, love, and an almost tangible sense of joy.
By Seble Vittorio2 years ago in Fiction
Thoughts of a Doomed Kidnapper
It's not essential, but I think you'll enjoy this more if you read Beep Beep! and A Strange Place first 😁 Both are fairly short.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction