Short Story

Friday's Child
Even the sweetest tempered dog will bite if you back her into a corner. Poke, nip and tease long enough. Fail to show any respect. Take advantage of her good nature, and take her loyalty for granted... and she'll show her teeth. When that happens, don't blame the dog.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
The Glass Mountain. AI-Generated.
At the edge of the world, where the sky shimmered with ethereal colors and the horizon blurred between realms, stood the Glass Mountain. It towered above the clouds, its surface smooth and gleaming, reflecting the light of the twin suns that danced in the heavens.
By Dr Humaira Yousaf Mughal2 years ago in Fiction
Sleepy Joe
The moon shone pale and cold over the deserted street. A lone streetlight flickered at the end of the sidewalk, as if its light would soon give out. Amidst the silence of the night, broken only by the occasional rustling in the bushes, a boy sat on an old wooden crate. His name was Joe, and he was twelve years old, but in his mind, he was younger. The people in the village called him “Sleepy Joe.” It always hurt him a little, but he knew they didn’t mean it in a bad way. At least, that’s what his mother said. She understood everything.
By Christian Bass2 years ago in Fiction
Love Thy Enemy's
In the small town of Eldridge, nestled between emerald hills and flowing rivers, life carried a simplicity that most of its residents cherished. Among them lived two families, the Carters and the Jamesons, who had been embroiled in a bitter feud for generations. The origins of this conflict had long been forgotten, buried under layers of resentment and rivalry. The Carters, known for their expansive farmland and agricultural prowess, viewed the Jamesons as nothing more than thieves—always trying to steal a piece of their land or a good deal in the marketplace. Conversely, the Jamesons considered the Carters arrogant landowners, flaunting their wealth while dismissing the hardworking folk who lived alongside
By zulfi bux2 years ago in Fiction
Snow In Spring
The principal drops fell in late Walk, floating like delicate plumes through the dim sky. The world had previously started to defrost, with snowdrops and crocuses looking through the ice covered earth, and the town of Silverbrook had begun to accept that spring had at long last shown up. Be that as it may, nature had its own arrangements.
By zulfi bux2 years ago in Fiction
The Tale of Sir Laugh-a-Lot and the Pun-derful Quest
Long ago, in the whimsical land of Wit’s End, nestled snugly between the Silly Stream and Giggle Gorge, there lived a legendary knight by the name of Sir Laugh-a-Lot. As you might expect from such a title, Sir Laugh-a-Lot was renowned for his infectious sense of humor, an affliction he readily spread to the townsfolk. Whenever he rode into town, clad in his googol gallant armor, he left behind a trail of laughter and joy, not to mention the occasional dad joke that could send even the most stoic elder into stitches.
By Sue Anne Kariuki2 years ago in Fiction
Hellraiser: Pathway
There was only one rule: “don’t open the door.” But this door wasn’t the traditional door. It was a metaphorical door, a pathway. This door was called the Lament Configuration, a pathway to a forbidden world of pleasure and pain alike. Legend has it if you open this door you enter a world from which there is no returning. This is why the golden rule for anyone who didn’t seek an eternity of suffering was don’t open this door, because if you did there was no coming back.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Fiction
YOU'RE ALL MINE
YOU’RE ALL MINE (the magic of Midnight) ^ ^ She felt the warm breath on her cheek. Then the nudge. When that didn’t work, she felt a not-so-gentle push on her shoulder to gain attention. Before she had the chance to respond to either, she heard the loud screech, which was directed too close to her ear.
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Fiction
Life partner
I feel annoyed by the unwanted comments of the old man sitting next to me. I am not interested in hand waving. I'm dying of my burning. Today is the seventh day, my wife was admitted to this hospital. I have retired. I was a clerk. I married the only daughter. I have to go to the hospital or spend the day playing cards and chatting with my hands and feet.
By Bijan Lal Chakrabarty2 years ago in Fiction
Wednesday's Child
The first time I saw Victoria, my eyeballs found the home where they were always meant to be, and never wanted to leave. Rooted to the spot, I forgot how to breathe.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Walk: Story of Loyalty
Old Mr. Harrison spent all his life in the silent, vivid village of Green Meadows. He had been a retired carpenter. He spent the last years of his life quietly, being an old little cottage. For nearly ten years, he lived the quiet company of his golden retriever Max, never complaining. Max is much more than a pet to Mr. Harrison. He is, in fact the best friend and confidant. Their bond is so strong that one cannot even imagine him without the other.
By Young Dreamer2 years ago in Fiction
COIN TOSS
COIN TOSS Page 1 Jonas sat behind his cluttered desk, staring blankly at the pile of documents before him. The small cubicle he occupied in the Local Government Unit (LGU) of Sta. Elena felt suffocating today. The fluorescent lights flickered above, adding to his growing frustration.
By Jonas Irvin 2 years ago in Fiction