Short Story

The Silver Stone
In one of the many galaxies of the universe exists a world called Welt. As of this moment, a strange sight occurred in the dark space surrounding the planet. A bright point of light fell faster than any eye could see into the world, past its atmosphere and into the ocean. The power of its fall upset the oceans making them rise and march towards solid land. This lasted for many years, but finally the seas grew still.
By Oba Olowe2 years ago in Fiction
It Takes a Village
We loved Brenna. In a way. The day the dragon brought her, we thought we were going to die. Mothers held their babies close. Grown men wet themselves.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Sunshine
The room stank of illness. Even with the window open to a cool autumn night, the scent of it lingered, almost as though it had soaked into every piece of furniture.
By Alexander McEvoy2 years ago in Fiction
Raindrops
Dewey was bleeding. He cut his hand on the stop sign when his foot slipped on the white crosswalk paint and he tried to catch himself.
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Fiction
Unwritten Perspective
Voice Journal, entry number one. The first of January, New Year's Day. My resolution this year is to keep a journal. I got this voice recorder from Best Buy that Eric the salesperson said would work great for me. He was nice enough to show me which buttons to push. Triangle to play. Circle to record. Square to stop. Line with triangle, forward and back.
By kateresa2 years ago in Fiction
Manifesting Shakespeare Through Monkeys
Calling his penmanship poor was an insult to both pens and ships. That fact usually had no bearing on his well being. Today, it did.
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Fiction
Lie in Wait
She shouldn’t be out here. Not at this time of night and certainly not alone. How can she be so stupid. So reckless and irresponsible. I watch her shrink into the far corner of the bus shelter, pressing her back against the metal rail and jamming her hands in her pockets.
By Caroline Craven2 years ago in Fiction
The Fool's Game
Trust ain’t nothing more than a game, boy. You place your bets and throw down your cards and pray you’ve played your hand right. The other players are doing the same thing. Don’t matter if they’re keepin’ tight-lipped, cards close to their chest; or if they’re talking bigger than their strewn-out cards allow… in the end everyone’s got something to hide.
By M. A. Mehan 2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Train to Nowhere
The wind howled across the empty platform as Emma checked her watch again. 11:58 PM. The train was late, which was odd—this particular line was never late. In fact, no one ever missed the 11:59 train, but she hadn’t seen anyone else waiting. The platform was deserted, bathed in pale yellow light.
By Julian Hayes2 years ago in Fiction
He Has Not Forgiven You; He's Made You Mad
Something wrong with this apartment, but I'm not sure what. Like when you flush the toilet, the oven turns on (not really). Or like when I'll go to use the microwave, and the TV changes channel. I tried unplugging the TV, but then the shower wouldn't work. Plug the TV back in, shower works, but only cold water unless I leave the front door open. Unnerving. Try to open the window to see if the dog is still there, the faucet comes on. Let it run once, because I really needed to see that dog. Got thirsty, looking at that dog. Picked up the remote control where it had fallen off the coffee table, which opened the cupboard. Took out a glass, the alarm clock in the bedroom went off. Water from the tap tasted different than it did if I opened the refrigerator to make the tap run.
By Jason Edwards2 years ago in Fiction
The Value of time
In a world where time was as precious as gold, there lived a young man named Ethan. Unlike his peers who hoarded time, Ethan was a free spirit, spending his days exploring, dreaming, and cherishing the moment.
By Midox782 years ago in Fiction
“What Happens When Kindness Meets Deceit?”
Alexander stepped out into the cool night air, his mind still buzzing from a long day at work. It was nearly midnight, and the streets were quiet — almost too quiet. A few people were visible in the distance, but they were too far away to see clearly. He took a deep breath, enjoying the rare moment of peace and solitude. Just as he was about to turn and head home, an old woman suddenly appeared before him. She moved slowly, her frail figure wrapped in a long coat. As she walked past him, she dropped her purse, seemingly by accident.
By Marwa Jawad2 years ago in Fiction