Short Story

Ring of Fyre
"Hold still, Bernard, I can barely see up your bottom when you keep wriggling like that!" "Oh, shut your noise, woman! It itches something fierce! It burns! Ooooh, I don't 'arf want to peel all my skin off!"
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Beyond the Fog
"I can't remember where, but somewhere I left my light. It was either in the depths of some unknown clutter or with someone who had left…" Jamie stated silently as she stared ahead down the street as far as she could. But no matter how long she focused on a specific spot, the rolling fog would not let up and continued to push cold air against her skin - Making goosebumps appear in waves.
By Rachael Anra2 years ago in Fiction
An Open Book. Top Story - October 2024.
I meandered along the twisting paths that weaved between trees and shrubs, flower gardens and Koi ponds all of which comprise our splendid city park. Every ray of sunshine burst into a rainbow of color as it struck the grass coated in morning dew. All my senses sparked to life as I drank in the beauty of this perfect day. Days such as these are what make life worth living, or so I thought at the time.
By Mark Gagnon2 years ago in Fiction
Feline In A Dream
Introduction This is for this challenge put together by Raymond G. Taylor that you can read about here, and I am glad it has given me a reason not to write a poem, as poetry makes me feel I am being lazy although I suppose this may turn out to be a prose poem.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
Endless
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Then, came.. nothing. And nothing continued. No one dared do anything.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Fiction
Shadows Beyond the Mirror
It was 2:13 AM when the clock in Adrian’s apartment stopped. The refrigerator stopped humming. A silence fell over the room.
By Hashimoto Tashis2 years ago in Fiction
October the Great
There’s a little-known fact in the universe: October wasn’t always the most beloved month. In fact, centuries ago, October was seen as a sort of awkward prelude to the “real” festivities of the year. Back then, it was known for its unpredictable weather, bland harvests, and that awkward feeling when the calendar reminded you the year was nearly over, and you still hadn’t hit your New Year’s resolutions. People couldn’t wait to fast-forward to the holiday season with its twinkling lights, pumpkin pies, and gift-giving chaos.
By The Kind Quill2 years ago in Fiction
The Crest of Kokoi
Chapter 1: Embers of Betrayal There was a silent dreariness in her heartbeat, an emptiness that just grew. Each step was slower than the last as her confidence began failing. The insignificant imprints her feet left in the sand vanished as quickly as they had been laid, like whispers in the wind. She had only wanted simple things in life, simple things that others seemed to come by so easily. She yearned for that unconditional love that could raise a person from the barrenness of solitude, a simple touch from someone who saw life when he looked into her eyes.
By Ramina Arce2 years ago in Fiction
Marie. Top Story - October 2024.
Marie looked at the time, it was exactly 8pm. The second hand on the clock seemed to be moving slower than it was supposed to; and its tick became louder and louder with each passing wave as if saying “goodbye.”
By Marysol Ramos2 years ago in Fiction
A Price Willingly Paid
She was 5 when she learned what the world was. When her parents were taken from her, she was left in the care of an orphanage that treated the kids like animals and often turned their backs on the ones who were defective.
By Milo Rose2 years ago in Fiction
Magnus Opus [Excerpts from Prof. J. Doran's Journals]
1OCT2042 Received diagnosis today. I don't look forward to a painful, undignified decline, but am curious about what comes after. I’ve always believed death a transition, rather than an ending. Here's my chance to prove it. Imagine: to upload my consciousness to a spacecraft, leave this dying body behind, and explore the stars!
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Origins
In the beginning, Earth was little more than a silent fragment of stone drifting aimlessly through the black void. Its surface, dry and lifeless, reflected the desolation of space. Rocky craters and jagged landscapes stretched far across the barren expanse, with no signs of atmosphere or life. The silence was absolute, a heavy stillness that seemed eternal, as if Earth had been forgotten by the universe.
By Vasco Silva2 years ago in Fiction