Short Story

With a Click of the Pen. Top Story - January 2025.
The walls of the science building were white and the floor tiles were slightly lighter than dirt. Any other time, being in this building I would be screaming on the
By DJ Robbins2 years ago in Fiction
Plans? Who's Got The Pans?
My mood was as black as the night when I pulled onto Wilshire Boulevard. The fear in the late-night caller’s voice brought back memories of the war. I hadn’t heard fear like that since.
By Kenneth Lawson2 years ago in Fiction
YOU'RE ALL MINE - ch 20
YOU’RE ALL MINE - ch 20 (the magic of Midnight) ^ ^ Mia spent the week after her party driving, yes, Midnight, I said driving her friends as far as she felt comfortable to go.
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Fiction
A Tale of Stamps
A Tale of Stamps D. A. Ratliff A Detective Elijah Boone Mystery The letters, stamped and postmarked and bearing no address, arrived in a large manila envelope addressed to me. Detective Elijah Boone, New Orleans Police Department. I stared at the letters where I had dropped them on the desk, wondering what unaddressed envelopes could mean.
By D. A. Ratliff2 years ago in Fiction
A Hero From the Hereafter
Fire was the last thing on Jack’s mind as he rode the elevator to the 32nd floor of the building he worked in. He was late. The snow was piling up and traffic had been a bitch. He almost called in but he was dedicated.
By Scott A. Gese2 years ago in Fiction
A Flawed Fairytale
"So where were we?" He asks the child, resting her head on his shoulder, and she replies while covering her diminutive but widespread yawning face, with the her miniature palm, in which writing fate is still left over the lines, for the astrologer to read someday,
By KSR2 years ago in Fiction
A Silent Plea
The digital alarm clock on Ananya’s bedside table screamed 6:00 AM in stark red numerals. She groaned, pulling the thin blanket over her head, a futile attempt to block out the insistent buzzing. Another day. Another race she knew she couldn’t win.
By Tales by J.J.2 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of the Song We Left Behind. AI-Generated.
The old amphitheater had been abandoned for years, its stage cracked and overgrown with weeds. The once-grand arches now bore the weight of time, crumbling in places, yet still standing defiant against the sky. To most, it was a relic, forgotten and irrelevant. But to Lena, it was sacred ground.
By Joy obianuju2 years ago in Fiction
Roots and Romance - A Fight for Nature and Love – Chapter 15
Continue the story of Roots and Romance with Chapter 15. New to the story? Start with Chapter 1. Catch up on the events of Chapter 14 here.
By Kingsley Gomes, PhD.2 years ago in Fiction
The Blacksmith’s Oath
Smoke billowed from the forge as Erik, the blacksmith of Grayhaven, wiped the sweat from his brow. His hands were calloused, his arms scarred from years of working molten iron, and his heart burdened by a secret he had kept for over a decade. Grayhaven was a humble village at the edge of the Kingdom of Eldencrest, far from the intrigue of court politics. Yet, fate had a way of finding even the most remote corners of the world.
By Abdallah Sherif2 years ago in Fiction
The Maunetjer
Among Mother Combs’ artifacts are some pages torn from Dr. Gottfried Munsfed’s lost journal. The learned anthropologist went missing in the late 1930s near the Sahara desert while looking for a mythological tribe he’d heard several rumors about. Mother Combs came across these pages in a Saharan market, hidden inside a beautifully shaped urn the desert merchant had guaranteed to her was handcrafted by a local mountain tribe.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Fiction
The Waiting Car
Outside there is a car waiting. It has been there since I can remember, probably longer. There is no driver. It doesn't need one.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction