Short Story

Fate.
Dear Diary: Today, I fell. Hard. Unexpectedly. Never would I have thought that I'd ever think that today would've gone the way it had when I woke up this morning. From the breakfast reservation to the spa appointment I've had scheduled, I had everything all planned out. This wasn't supposed to happen. I swear, diary. Honest. This was not supposed to happen.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet2 years ago in Fiction
Hidden in Plain Sight
There I stood. At the edge of the dock. The loud thrashing of the waves moving around below my feet. The water moving at a rapid pace; flowing over and around the fallen body. His body. The tattered clothing of his swaying against the current as they barely held against his skin; as if to be holding on for dear life, afraid to become lost amidst the darkness of the ocean forever. My thoughts moving rapidly throughout my mind.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet2 years ago in Fiction
The Terrible Horror in the Beautiful Forest
In a world not too far from ours, there was a forest so beautiful it felt like a dream. The trees were tall and graceful, with leaves that shimmered in the sunlight. The air smelled sweet like jasmine flowers, and the birds sang the most cheerful songs. But this forest held a secret a terrible one.
By Mamoona Bushra2 years ago in Fiction
Buckman's Mill
He had liked it better when it was too far for the week-enders. ‘That’s only taken four hours,’ he says. The new bridge, the bypass. Progress.
By Michael J Pryce2 years ago in Fiction
Caged. Content Warning.
Late at night, I was being chased down a dark alley. The sharp smell of garbage filled the air, and I dodged between overflowing trash cans and piles of torn boxes. My heart pounded in my chest. The loud thudding echoed in my ears, as I darted from side to side, desperately trying to evade this looming threat. But I wasn’t fast enough. I felt their presence getting closer, a shadowy figure standing behind me. I turned, backing into the corner of a chain-linked fence and a thick brick wall.
By Timberly Price2 years ago in Fiction
Cul-de-sac
My house is at the end of the street, really a cul-de-sac, so when I used to play outside we were surrounded by all of those neighbours we knew for years, and the kids were all the ones who lived around there and knew each other. It was perfect for all of us and then it was not. It all got ruined and I better tell someone why it happened (why I am telling you, I do not know, but…)
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Fiction
Working Stiff
On Monday, I died. Terrible, the way it creeps up on you. If I’d known, I mightn’t have bothered refilling the car. Thank goodness I followed my dear mother's advice, (godresther,) and wore clean knickers.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
DUNE
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By Oussama Adel2 years ago in Fiction
The Moment
Bells. The alarm. With the opening of the eyes, the light is seen through the window of the adjacent wall. Illuminating what is already known. In the closet, the few clothes neatly on hangers while the rest are not so neatly bundled into piles of long procrastinated tasks. The Bedside table, two…no. Three glasses of water are half finished with the phone fighting against gravity, with only the slight support from the table’s side preventing its fall. Jane stares at her alarm. Half knows she would need to move, and half is fighting the rebellious side of just saying fuck it all and going back to bed. The deprivation is definitely a giant hurdle, but the feeling of the mundane. That is melancholy.
By Geoff Lynn2 years ago in Fiction
Blood Fruit
Bailey Taylor is the best president the United States has ever had, and I know I have the favor of the American people. Tonight, I am announcing that I am running once again for the presidency.
By Jaye Pool2 years ago in Fiction
Under the Stardust Sky
Jack Atlas had never thought much about love. It wasn't a priority when he was focused on climbing the ranks of the Duel Monsters world, chasing victory after victory. His title as the "Master of Faster" was all that mattered—until Carley Carmine came into his life, and everything changed.
By The Kind Quill2 years ago in Fiction
Amma. Content Warning.
Amma, the housekeeper of the senior girls’ dorm, rang the loud alarm bell at 6 A.M. sharp every weekday like clockwork. She walked into each room and followed a robotic ritual. She opened the curtains, loudly screamed, “Good morning. Wake up. Jogging.”, and without any eye-contact, she moved on to the next room, continuing the attempt to wake up the girls. Hardly anyone would wake up right away so Amma followed the same routine twice. With sleep-laden eyes and contagious yawns painted on their faces, no one noticed how Amma was all dolled up before sunrise everyday. No one would recognize how she walked in each morning with a perfectly draped saree, keys tucked in on the side of her waist, hair oiled and pulled back in a neatly tied bun. Amma woke up at 5 A.M. every morning, bowed down to mother earth and got dressed. She had a total of 7 sarees and you could tell the day of the week just by looking at the color of her saree. Much like the fixed menu of boarding school breakfast, Amma’s sarees also followed a strict routine.
By Keia2 years ago in Fiction