Short Story

Tested By Faith
Samantha remained on the overhang of her unobtrusive home, watching the sun set behind the slopes. The once energetic shades of orange and purple appeared to be dull, reflecting the load in her heart. Life had not been simple for her, however confidence had forever been her anchor. A confidence she was presently starting to address.
By zulfi bux2 years ago in Fiction
Sinkhole
There's a sinkhole near our house. Ages ago, Mam brought us here to get rid of That Damned Bike. Another time, Dad brought us to get rid of the brokeded washing machine.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Disaster Lurks
In the curious town of Eldergrove, settled between transcending mountains and thick, antiquated timberlands, life moved gradually, supported by the delicate cadence of nature. The residents invested heavily in their affectionate local area, where stories were shared over steaming cups of tea and chuckling reverberated through cobbled roads. Nonetheless, underneath the outer layer of this unspoiled presence, a shadow lingered, trusting that the ideal second will uncover its real essence.
By zulfi bux2 years ago in Fiction
Bread And Butter
In the little, desolate town of Whittlesea, settled between moving slopes and emerald fields, bread and butter were something beyond a dinner; they were a life saver. For the occupants of this tranquil, disconnected village, life spun around these two humble staples. Each family had its interesting bread recipe, went down through ages, a mystery known exclusively to moms and little girls. Spread, stirred the hard way, was essentially as valuable as gold. Together, bread and butter were an image of perseverance, straightforwardness, and endurance.
By zulfi bux2 years ago in Fiction
A Letter to Mighty Man
Dear Mighty Man Or do you just use Brandon now? You probably don’t remember me, seeing that it’s been a long time. My name is Avery Weakman. You saved my life a number of times. Of course, you’re thinking that you saved a whole lot of people. I was the one you had to come back to for the most.
By David E. Perry2 years ago in Fiction
Sentinels of the Arcane. AI-Generated.
The mountain winds howled fiercely as the party made their final approach to the Forbidden Library. For centuries, the library had been lost, hidden among jagged peaks and treacherous paths, spoken of only in hushed whispers by scholars and treasure hunters.
By Richard Bailey2 years ago in Fiction
Summer's End
¶ The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. It was the one good thing that happened that day. The leaf-shaped boat was tossed in the spray, pulled backwards up waterfalls and rapids. Puck held on for dear life, swinging the oar to and fro. He avoided rocks and rounded bends that seemed MUCH sharper going the wrong way. The spray drenched his green travelling cloak, and he hunched over the fragile little bundle wrapped against his chest, desperate to keep it dry. He sung soft nonsense words, too distracted with surviving to think up a proper lullaby. He hushed and crooned, trying to sooth the baby as it wailed shrilly enough to shame a banshee! He heaved on the oar as he saw another inverted waterfall up ahead, and desperately tried to shield the baby from the spray!
By Malcolm Roach2 years ago in Fiction
The Shadow Strikes No More
There was only one rule: don't open the door. Some doors are meant to be closed or something might get out. When darkness meets the daytime the risen factor is, will the ghost see beyond the borders of humanity? It already knows since it is hiding in the shadows. It needs no whips, no chains, for those are the implements of lower human nature and shadow is far beyond that, even lower, if you can imagine that! Instead, it reaches its mark on humanity differently.
By Canuck Scriber Lisa Lachapelle2 years ago in Fiction
The Quest For The Blessed Scimitar
'The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished.' The story starts here: The Quest For The Blessed Scimitar So, it was decided. The town needed the Scimitar and a Champion to defeat Kongaray, or at least subdue it.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
The Night Shift
Amelia stared at her reflection in the break room mirror, adjusting her nurse's badge for the third time. First night shift. Solo. No preceptor watching over her shoulder. The fluorescent lights made her complexion look almost as pale as her scrubs, and the coffee in her thermos (her fourth cup today) wasn't helping the slight tremor in her hands.
By Emily-Stories2 years ago in Fiction
The Park and the Beast
This is a new chapter in The ShambElla Saga. You'll find it pinned to my profile in its burgeoning entirety here: And here's the previous chapter:
By C. Rommial Butler2 years ago in Fiction
Room of Unforgiveness. Content Warning.
Fluorescent lights cast a sterile glow over everything. It might've been cold. I hardly noticed. The heat of my rage, and the frozen lump of ice behind my ribs that should have been pounding, were uncomfy bedfellows.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction