Short Story

Mo'o Awaken
The sea caves beneath Poʻipū breathe like sleeping lungs. At night, when the tide pulls hard against the lava shelves of Kauaʻi’s southern coast, the blowhole moans with a sound older than memory. Tourists call it spooky. Children call it haunted. The old Hawaiians who still remembered the chants called it by another name entirely, Kaikapū, the imprisoned Moʻo.
By Tony Martello4 months ago in Fiction
The Lady in the Moon
I see a red moon on the rise Triple the normal full size I could see ever so much more It was closer than the night before
By Mother Combs4 months ago in Fiction
Friendship
Friendship is a gift human beings have the honor of sharing with one another. Constructed over days, weeks, months, or years, it is a bond we create as a safe place to share emotions, secrets, desires and truths. Although breakable, friendship is a tether to moments in time that drift with every passing second. Enjoy the moments. Cherish your friends. Take nothing for granted.
By Kale Sinclair4 months ago in Fiction
Welcome to the Ghetto. Content Warning.
“48 Balmforth… This is the address!” Conner’s mother exclaimed as they approached a late-century Victorian house. Though the street was lined with similar aged homes, it stood out as not belonging in this neighborhood, which was now considered low income. Seemingly it is easier to turn a profit on a centenarian home when you rent it to newly divorced families like Conner’s rather than renovate it to modern standards.
By Jesse Lee4 months ago in Fiction
The Final Screening
He restored the film perfectly. Something inside it noticed 🎬🖤🎬🖤🎬🖤🎬🖤 The apartment was a portrait of a bygone era. Encased in noir. Vintage furnishing. Brass lamps on rosewood tables. Rain tapped windows with soft impatience. Dust hovered over the projector beam in its own version of swing pop. The screen flickered, screening old memories. The walls were classic 1950s movie magic: Desi Arnaz, Humphrey Bogart.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin4 months ago in Fiction
Benjamin Brady & the Grand Affair
“Hey Lilah!” Ben called as he crossed the parking lot in three easy steps. Did I remember him? Barely. Last time I saw him, he had seemed like such a little kid. Now he was definitely not. The beauty of his face and his developed muscles caught me off guard almost as much as the hug he swept me up into.
By Leah Suzanne Dewey4 months ago in Fiction
The Burial
The more I shifted, the more dirt started to fall into my mouth. I had never really been claustrophobic, but being trapped in a coffin changes one’s perspective on things. They couldn’t even have the decency to bury me with a lighter. I pushed effortlessly on the walls around me, surprised by their sturdy resistance. True, they had to carry a body, but usually that body wasn’t putting up much of a fight once on the ground. The air was getting a bit thinner, and the dirt around me felt a bit cooler. I wondered how long I had been trapped down here.
By Leah Suzanne Dewey4 months ago in Fiction
The Reaper
She threw out the last of the flowers today. Silently, I followed her out to the side of the house and watched her dump them in the trash; it felt a little like she was dumping me in the trash. Her tears were emotionless now, like a repetitive habit just streaming down her face. She walked back inside and started washing the vase. Just going through the motions. I stood in my normal spot in the kitchen: the corner between the oven and the fridge. I just watched her, knowing, by now, she wouldn’t listen or hear anything I had to say. I sighed deeply, wishing I could just explain.
By Leah Suzanne Dewey4 months ago in Fiction
The Town That Applauded at Funerals
The first time Jonah heard the applause, he thought someone had won something. It rose from the center of town just as the bus pulled away, leaving him with one suitcase, one garment bag, and the stale taste of seven hours on the road. The sound came rolling over the square in waves: hundreds of hands striking together, not politely, not briefly, but with force. With feeling.
By Jason Hair-Wynn4 months ago in Fiction
When the Rain Spoke
On a quiet gray evening, Nour sat alone by her window, watching raindrops slide slowly down the glass. The sound of the rain filled the room… but it couldn’t fill the emptiness in her heart.
By Ibrahim 4 months ago in Fiction
The Secret of the Last Moon
On a cold winter night, Laila stood by her window, staring at the moon as if waiting for an answer. Since her mother passed away, the moon had become her only friend… she whispered to it, cried to it, and sometimes even smiled at it.
By Ibrahim 4 months ago in Fiction
The quiet notebook of words. AI-Generated.
The Notebook of Quiet Words In a town overlooking the hum of the city, an anonymous figure sat by the window. Each evening, a notebook open. The world outside was a blur of headlights and hurried footsteps. Sometimes, it felt as if time slowed to the rhythm of pen against paper. The notebook was slightly worn, it’ corners softened by years of use. it’ pages filled with handwriting that only one person would ever read.
By Char4 months ago in Fiction