Short Story
A Strange Place
I think you'll enjoy this more if you read Beep Beep first, but it's not essential đ It's not so bad here. I mean, I miss mom and dad. I think we all do. But not as much as I thought I might. So it's not so bad. Not really. The thing about this place is, it's weird but not scary. Sunny but never hot. There's a sun, and it goes up and then down, in the normal way. Over and over. Like a very slow, fiery yo-yo. But it doesn't feel like time is passing. I don't feel any older. The other kids, they all look the same. Exactly the same as the day we got here. Which might have been five days ago. Or twenty. Or a hundred.
By L.C. SchÀfer2 years ago in Fiction
The Echo of Ages . AI-Generated.
Sarah Mathews brushed away centuries of soil with trembling fingers. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the excavation site, but she barely noticed the growing darkness. Her attention was fixed entirely on the small object emerging from the earth: a pendant, no larger than her palm, its surface etched with intricate spirals she'd never seen in any archaeological record.
By Shane D. Spear2 years ago in Fiction
A Love Beyond Words
In the vibrant town of Sonargaon, known for its ancient heritage and serene rivers, lived Alisha, a young woman whose beauty was as captivating as the morning sun reflecting off a calm lake. But Alisha's allure was not confined to her physical appearance alone. Her kindness, intelligence, and infectious laughter made her the heart of the community.
By Mirhadi Tahsin2 years ago in Fiction
Trapped by Trust. Top Story - January 2025.
"Look, mam, We've got you! Relax, Cool down... Here, clean your wound!" The policeman quickly pulled her behind the dumpster, both of them hiding and trying to remain unseen from the enemy, hearts racing as they crouched low in the shadows for safety.
By Maryam Batool2 years ago in Fiction
The Playground That Wasn't There
Lucas never knew why he preferred walking at night. Maybe it was the crisp air, the quiet streets, or the rarity of running into others. Often consumed by anxiety, his therapist suggested daily walks to clear his head and burn energy. Going at night usually helped him sleep if nothing else.
By Steph Marie2 years ago in Fiction
"Echo of Lightning"
As the storm rolled over the remote research facility perched on the cliffside, the sky fractured with veins of light, revealing a lonely figure standing at the facility's gates. Adrian Cross, the overnight security guard, tugged at his rain-soaked jacket and cursed his luck. It wasnât the first time he had drawn the short straw for night duty, but tonight felt especially cruel.
By Mary Emmanuel2 years ago in Fiction
Beep Beep!
It took a while for the thumping to wake Piper. The dream was a good one, and Piper was loathe to Ieave it. Sometimes, the noise that is supposed to wake you just becomes part of the dream. "Piper! Piper!!" The shrill voice was what eventually broke through. "Piper, please wake up! You're going to be late for school." "Okay, mom," Remy groaned. "I'm awake, I'm awake..." A quick glance at the clock told Piper it was already well after 7.30a.m. The bus was expected at ten to eight. That left barely fifteen minutes to get ready. Bleary-eyed and haphazardly dressed, Piper shambled into the kitchen a few minutes later, hoping there was time for some Froot Loops. Maybe breakfast would have to be a Pop Tart, a slice of toast, or a bagel. Something that could be munched on the jog out to the bus. Instead the kitchen was filled with the scent of bacon, and the sizzle of French toast and hot butter. "I've decided to drive you in," the mother said, moving bacon from the paper towels to a plate. "It'll be easier. I have to go into the office anyway, and it's on my way." She set syrup and fresh blueberries on the table.
By L.C. SchÀfer2 years ago in Fiction
"Whispers of the Mind"
The snow fell softly over the quiet town of Eldermere, blanketing its cobblestone streets and quaint houses in a serene white hush. Inside the quaint cottage at the edge of the forest, the Lambert family lived an ordinary lifeâat least, thatâs what everyone thought.
By Mary Emmanuel2 years ago in Fiction
