Short Story

"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 life—at least, that’s what everyone thought.
By Mary Emmanuel2 years ago in Fiction
"Voices Between Us"
In the bustling city of Montclair, nestled between green hills and cobblestone streets, lived a couple—Sophie and William—who were consumed by their careers. Sophie, a prestigious architect, spent long hours in her office sketching blueprints and attending meetings, while William, a renowned lawyer, juggled cases and boardrooms. They lived in a beautiful townhouse with their only son, Ezra. But despite the beauty and privilege of their lives, their attention to Ezra was scarce. Their world was filled with deadlines and aspirations, and little Ezra grew accustomed to their absence.
By Mary Emmanuel2 years ago in Fiction
The Clock Ticks Louder
It was 1998, and the small, sleepy town of Laurel Grove had become the backdrop for the extraordinary journey of four inseparable friends: Noah, Amelia, Ethan, and Lucas. Together since childhood, they had formed a bond that seemed unbreakable. They spent their days working on school projects, swapping ideas about their dreams, and exploring the world through the lens of youthful optimism.
By Mary Emmanuel2 years ago in Fiction
Freedom Fighter
The year was 1854, seven years before the Civil War officially began. The Kansas-Nebraska act had been signed. This act repealed the Missouri compromise and reopened the issue of extending slavery further north allowing the Kansas and Missouri territories to decide the matter for themselves.
By Scott A. Gese2 years ago in Fiction
Interlinked
Was it fate? Or was it coincidence? Life used to be slow, quiet, and peaceful. Each day I wake up, glance at the rays of sunlight from my room. Phone unchecked. Nothing in my mind but blankness.
By Charm2 years ago in Fiction
The Lighthouse Keeper's Daughter and the Sea Serpent's Song
The salt spray kissed Elara’s face as she clung to the railing of the Sea Serpent, a small fishing trawler bucking against the relentless waves. The churning grey sea mirrored the turmoil in her heart. She was leaving Haven’s Point, the only home she’d ever known, a place clinging precariously to the edge of a windswept cliff, dominated by the towering silhouette of her father’s lighthouse. Leaving wasn't a choice, it was an escape. An escape from the suffocating weight of tradition, from the whispers of the old wives' tales, and most importantly, from the haunting melody that only she could hear.
By Ojo2 years ago in Fiction
The Ghost Next Door. AI-Generated.
The apartment was perfect. At least, that’s what Clara told herself as she signed the lease. It was spacious, with tall windows that let in streams of golden sunlight, and it was within her budget—a rare find in the city. The landlord had mentioned something about the previous tenant leaving abruptly, but Clara didn’t think much of it. People came and went all the time in New York. She didn’t ask questions.
By Jason2 years ago in Fiction
Being Adult
I sat in the park alone. The wind that was blowing at night was very strong until it penetrated my skin. I saw the moon scatter the stars in the night sky. Besides that, I saw light buildings in the capital city.
By Mirda G2 years ago in Fiction
The Keeper of Forgotten Sounds
Every evening as the sun dipped below the horizon, Mr. Elian would unlock the doors of his little shop, Echoes & Whispers. It wasn’t an ordinary shop. No one came here to buy bread, clothes, or trinkets. Instead, it held something far more precious forgotten sounds.
By Faisal Zucker 2 years ago in Fiction
The Caregiver's Pause
Caring for others entails caring for the self. Michelle Liew *************************************************************
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin2 years ago in Fiction
The Weight of Adulthood. AI-Generated.
The rain had been falling steadily since dawn, painting the city in shades of gray. She sat by the window, her hands wrapped around a mug of lukewarm tea, her gaze unfocused as droplets raced each other down the glass. The weight in her chest was suffocating, a silent ache that refused to fade.
By Thanh Tee2 years ago in Fiction
The Blind Date
Inspo: two bookworms get paired up on a blind date. I always loved the smell of books. The enriched knowledge within, crusted with age and weather, and yet still withholding its delirious secrets. Pages upon pages of words transcending the mere world we call reality. Meanings within symbolism so deep I couldn’t be able to reach the bottle with my toes.
By Sapphire D.B Boa2 years ago in Fiction