Short Story

The Awakening of Shadows
In the sprawling metropolis of New Beijing, where neon lights battled the perpetual toxic fog for dominion of the night sky, Alex Chen sat before a wall of screens, his fingers dancing over holographic keyboards. The soft blue glow illuminated his face, casting shadows that accentuated the dark circles under his eyes - medals of honor in his relentless pursuit of truth.
By Ulter Damin2 years ago in Fiction
"Where Love Never Dies"
Dr. Emilio Vazquez watched the light fade from his wife Elena's eyes, her final breath a whisper against his cheek. Thirty years of marriage vanished in an instant, leaving his world drained of color. The hospital, once his second home, transformed into a labyrinth of cold, sterile corridors, each turn a stark reminder of his devastating loss.
By Ulter Damin2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Blink
The heart monitor emitted a constant beep, a mechanical reminder that life still persisted in that time-worn body. A trembling hand, crisscrossed with prominent blue veins, rested on the white hospital sheets. The fingers twitched slightly, as if trying to grasp a fleeting memory.
By Ulter Damin2 years ago in Fiction
Princess Eloween & the Poor People. AI-Generated.
Once upon a time, in a land where the sun seemed to shine brighter and the skies were painted in hues of the purest blue, there stood a grand and beautiful castle. This castle was unlike any other, for it was made not only of towering stone walls and glittering glass windows, but also of love, kindness, and the soft laughter of its people. The castle belonged to a beautiful princess named Elowen, who was known far and wide, not for her beauty alone, but for her boundless heart. Princess Elowen had hair like spun gold that shimmered in the sunlight and eyes the color of the deepest forest greens. She was graceful in all her movements, and when she walked, it seemed as though flowers would bloom in her footsteps. But what truly made her special was her compassion. Elowen could not bear to see anyone in her kingdom suffer, and she spent her days helping those in need, giving away more than she ever kept for herself. Her kingdom, the land of Solis, was nestled between rolling hills and lush valleys, where rivers gleamed like ribbons of silver. The people of Solis were simple folk—farmers, shepherds, and craftspeople. They lived modestly, but in recent years, there had been a great drought. The fields had dried up, crops failed to grow, and many families were struggling to find enough food to survive. Elowen, from her grand castle perched high above the land, could see the suffering below. She could not stand idly by, and so one morning, she summoned her most trusted advisors. "Something must be done," she declared, her voice filled with resolve. "We cannot let our people starve. We must help them." "But, Your Highness," one of the advisors began cautiously, "the royal coffers are not endless. We have to think about the future, about the needs of the castle and the kingdom." Elowen shook her head, her golden curls shimmering like the sun itself. "The kingdom *is* the people. Without them, there is no future. There is no castle, no throne. We will help them, whatever the cost." And so, without hesitation, Elowen opened the royal storehouses, giving away grains, fruits, vegetables, and all manner of food to the hungry. But she did not stop there. She rode through the villages herself, wearing a simple cloak to blend in with the people. She handed out bread to the children, sacks of grain to the farmers, and fresh water to those who had none. She visited homes that were falling apart, sending craftsmen from the castle to repair roofs and build new homes for families who had lost theirs. She sat with mothers who had nothing to feed their children and promised them that no one would go hungry under her care. The people adored her. Wherever she went, they showered her with blessings, though she asked for none. To them, she was more than a ruler—she was a light in the darkness, a beacon of hope in troubled times. Elowen’s love for her people was so strong that even the harshest of winters could not dampen their spirits, for they knew that as long as their princess cared for them, all would be well. But there were those in the land who grew jealous of Elowen’s popularity. In a distant corner of the kingdom lived a wealthy nobleman named Lord Balthazar, who had once been close to the royal family. He was a man of great ambition, and he had long desired the throne for himself. Seeing Elowen beloved by all filled him with envy, and he began to plot against her. "Why should this princess be praised for giving away the kingdom’s riches?" he muttered to himself. "She will ruin us all with her foolish kindness. The people need a strong ruler, not a dreamer." Balthazar began to spread whispers through the kingdom. He told anyone who would listen that Elowen’s generosity would leave the kingdom poor and defenseless. "One day," he would say, "there will be nothing left. No food, no wealth, and then what will become of us?" At first, no one paid him any mind. But as the drought continued and the challenges facing the kingdom grew, some began to wonder if perhaps there was truth in Balthazar’s words. Fear has a way of spreading like wildfire, and soon enough, the seeds of doubt had taken root in the minds of many. One night, as Elowen sat in the grand hall of her castle, gazing out at the moonlit kingdom, one of her closest friends, a young woman named Liora, approached her. "My princess," Liora said quietly, "there are rumors. The people are afraid. They say that your kindness, though it is great, might lead to our ruin." Elowen’s heart ached at the thought. She had always believed that kindness was a strength, not a weakness. But she understood that fear could twist even the purest of intentions. "I must speak to them," Elowen said, rising from her seat. "I must show them that there is nothing to fear in compassion." The very next day, Elowen called for a gathering in the heart of the kingdom. People from every village and town came, eager to hear what their beloved princess would say. Standing atop a simple wooden platform, Elowen looked out over her people. There were familiar faces—those she had helped, those who had smiled at her with gratitude. But there were also faces filled with doubt, with uncertainty. "My dear friends," Elowen began, her voice as soft and gentle as a summer breeze, "I have heard your fears. I know that times are hard, and I know that some of you worry that we are giving too much, that we will be left with nothing. But let me tell you this: our kingdom’s true wealth is not in gold or silver. It is in the love we have for one another, in the way we care for those in need. A kingdom that turns its back on the hungry, the poor, the weak—that is a kingdom that is truly poor." She paused, letting her words settle over the crowd. "I give freely to you, not because I seek your praise, but because it is right. When we share what we have, we grow stronger, not weaker. The drought will end. The rains will come. And when they do, we will be a kingdom united in our compassion. We will rebuild together. But until then, let us not fear kindness. Let us not fear love." For a moment, there was silence. Then, slowly, a ripple of applause began. It spread like a wave, growing louder and louder until the whole kingdom was cheering for their princess, their hearts full of renewed hope. Even Balthazar, watching from the shadows, knew that his plans had failed. The people’s love for Elowen was unshakable. In the years that followed, just as Elowen had promised, the rains did return. The fields bloomed with life once more, and the kingdom of Solis thrived. The people never forgot the kindness of their princess, and under her rule, they flourished. Elowen continued to live in her beautiful castle, but she was never far from her people. She would often walk through the villages, not as a queen, but as a friend, always ready with a smile, a helping hand, and a heart full of love. And so, the kingdom of Solis became known not just for its beauty, but for the kindness of its people—a kindness that had all begun with one beautiful princess, whose heart was as vast and radiant as the sun itself.
By Dr Humaira Yousaf Mughal2 years ago in Fiction
The Princess & the Shadow Queen. AI-Generated.
In the mystical kingdom of Arlon, Princess Eva was known not just for her beauty but for her wisdom and kindness. She was adored by the populace and cherished by her father, King Cedric. However, the tranquility of the kingdom was threatened when the king remarried a mysterious woman known as Lady Selene, soon after whom peculiar occurrences began.
By Dr Humaira Yousaf Mughal2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Livestream of Emma Reeves
Emma Reeves was a rising star in the world of social media. With her perfect makeup tutorials, glamorous fashion hauls, and carefully curated life, she had amassed over five million followers on Instagram and YouTube. Brands threw sponsorships at her, fans adored her, and her comment sections were always filled with praise about how beautiful she was.
By Ayushi Mehra2 years ago in Fiction
The City of Lost Dreams
In a distant land, beyond the mountains that touch the sky, there lay a city known only in whispers. It was called the City of Lost Dreams. Every traveler who ventured close felt an eerie pull as if the city itself carried the weight of countless unfulfilled desires. The buildings were majestic, standing tall like the skeletons of a grand civilization, but no one lived there.
By Iram zahid 2 years ago in Fiction
Susie Doors
There was only one rule: “don’t open the door.” That’s what the townsfolk told tourist and young people about the door of the fisherman boat they referred to as the “Susie” at the boating docks in the town of Southport. Legend has it that back in the late 90’s a local fisherman named Benjamin Willis had daughter named Susie who died in a car accident that was caused by her boyfriend, David Egan. Supposedly David was killed by Susie’s father, Ben who also sought revenge on a group of young adults who nearly killed him in a hit and run back in 1997.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Fiction
A Spot of Cream
She reaches on tippy toes to kiss his lying lips. She has no idea. Debra is a good girlfriend to Sean. She took classes to learn massage when he started football. Likes his mother. Buys little gifts "just because" on her way home. Trusts him completely. He goes where he wants, when he likes, no questions asked. A smile, a kiss, a "have fun, babe". For his part, he's big on Health. Macros. Meal-prepping. He does all the cooking, three meals a day. Brings her coffee in the mornings, just how she likes it: half a sugar, and a spot of cream. He gets back into bed, gazes over the rim of the mug into her eyes, and smiles. Where were we? Ah, yes. Lying lips. Hear the smooch; smell the strong coffee not quite obliterated by toothpaste. The car door slams, the engine turns over, she drives away. Count: one... two... three... four... Ah, here he is! His hair's darker and shorter, and he has designer stubble frosting his jaw, but they share a "look". Like they've been cut from the same plasticky cloth. Sean opens the door and they disappear inside. Look, they're in the kitchen, kissing. Sean pulls away and squats down to rummage at the back of a cupboard. He stands, grinning, holding something. "Got it," he says. There's more kissing, and they get rather handsy with one another, pulling at clothes, and unbuckling belts. Yesterday, a scrawny looking blonde fella stopped by, and last week it was a black gentleman at a club. Sean doesn't appear too fussy where he empties himself, (mouths, chests, hands, faces, bottoms...) but he's especially particular about where his buddies finish. Thanks to Time Dilation, Sean is surely almost done with this one. We'll take the grunting as read; this isn't HBO. He's panting, eyes shining. That was a good one. Perhaps it's a shame we missed it. "Ready?" he says, holding out the little plastic beaker. He uses his lips and then his hands to milk the gentleman into the container, and then sends him on his merry way. He sets to meal prepping, mixing some of the Secret Sauce with the pasta. He adds a little to the milk as well.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
A Crown in Shadows. Top Story - October 2024.
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished, and it would continue to do so, until her Majesty’s funeral had concluded. The funeral hadn’t yet begun, in fact, the rivers in the Queendom of Lubel running backwards was the first sign to her people that Her Majesty had passed. Members of royalty don’t just vanish in Lubel, it is the first of the three stages of a Monarch’s death.
By Liam Storm2 years ago in Fiction
My mother had me get married for financial gain
Because my mother wants her money, I'm now forced to put up with this terrible man molesting me. This is my love tale, and my name is Elena. He owns a chain of fast-food restaurants, did I mention that? Anything is possible for a woman who is married to a wealthy and "handsome" man like him. However, I refuse to wed him. I don't require his funds."Jesus, Mom, he's groping me right in front of you!"
By Abdul Qayyum2 years ago in Fiction
Neverland Never Was
‘What would you say has been the hardest part of your recovery, Angela?’ Dr Pentonberry asks. I stare at my blue ballet flats, searching for the right words. Dr Pentonberry is lovely, she just doesn’t get it; nobody does. ‘The loneliness,’ I finally manage to whisper.
By Carla Greenfield2 years ago in Fiction