Short Story

Shadows of Love
In the quiet town of Rivermist, where secrets linger in every shadow, a mysterious aura enveloped the old mansion at the edge of the forest. No one had lived there for years until one day, the grand gates creaked open, and a new resident arrived—a young woman named Maya.
By Akash Deep2 years ago in Fiction
Fate's Gentle Touch
The bustling city streets were alive with the constant hum of traffic and the chatter of passersby, but Ogheneovie hardly noticed. Her gaze was fixed straight ahead, her eyes downcast as she navigated the crowded sidewalk, lost in her own thoughts.
By Emmanuel Ojenike2 years ago in Fiction
An Unexpected Inheritance
Amina huddled on the tattered sofa, her worn cotton dress offering little protection against the damp chill that permeated her tiny, one-room apartment. With only a few coins left in her pocket, the prospects of putting a hot meal on the table tonight seemed bleak.
By Emmanuel Ojenike2 years ago in Fiction
Evanesce
It was dark under the tree, smoke from the machine had insects falling like critter hail, pitter-pattering onto the jungle floor. The Amazon was the first place my team went in search of new species of insects. Big Pharma is insatiable when it comes to new medicine and I wanted to provide it for them.
By Megan Alicia Ireland2 years ago in Fiction
Fenrirson
He arose from the depths of Hel with fur caked in fire and brimstone. Sharp yellow claws dug into the soft white snow while fresh blood, the same color of his eyes, dripping from his sharp fangs. He growled deeply as she stood on his hind legs. Claws grew into fingers as his fur receded into the follicles of his arms and legs that stretched as he stood tall. The moon glistened off of his glossy black hair and he ran his newly grown fingers through it, feeling the resemblance to his fur. A chill caught his bare skin, and he had the sudden urge to shake clumps of snow from his body, but any that had clung to him now lay in a heap at his now hairless feet. He was not prepared for the chill of the Norse forests and howled into the night sky with lungs that heaved in pain. None of those around him howled back, as they no longer recognized his sound. He growled and began running, trying to find a warmth that was now lost to him. There was anger in his deep red eyes while dark green pines blurred past him. A pack of wolves took chase, but there was no catching him. He was their brother, their savior, their father. He would say his name was Dainn, but those who knew the stories would know his true self. He was Fenrirson, the second coming of the dreaded wolf of Ragnarök.
By Gunnar Anderson2 years ago in Fiction
Red Widow. Content Warning.
Red Widow used to be just a regular woman. She had hopes and dreams that involved her husband with a house and a white picket fence. They would have a family together. But then, her dreams were shattered the day there was a gas leak on their block.
By Adora Hooper2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Breath
January 1350 On a bitterly cold night, Alex is lying curled up in his mother's lap in a dimly lit room. They do not have enough warm clothes to protect themselves from the severe January cold. The rest of the family members have disappeared one by one. Alex and his mother, Greta, could not even mourn their untimely deaths. Now Alex is also in his last days, an invisible knot in his small tender heart is shortening his life further. His life is shrinking with every passing moment. This knot, like an invisible "little devil" of his existence, is secretly swallowing his every happiness and sweet smile. The beat of his tender heart is slow and weak, and his golden dreams are disappearing in the dark shadow of a "black death" visible in the future. His mother is just looking at him with her tired and weak eyes as if she is trying to store all the memories of her innocent son in her heart so that after his existence ends, she can make those memories her support to live. She touches Alex's forehead lovingly. The touch of her cold, trembling hands feels like holding the rudder of a small boat stuck in huge waves of a tsunami, struggling with their terrible roar. Greta's silence and pain-filled eyes are telling her story. Alex's condition is becoming pitiable. Dark blue and black blisters have spread on his skin, his body is shivering badly due to cold and fever, and he is still lying in his mother's lap. He tried to say something by gathering all his strength. "Mom, I am going to grandfather. He promised to tell me the unfinished story of the 'magical dragon' he told me. When I go to him, he will reveal the secrets of the red gem hidden inside the dragon. "I, too, am leaving an unfinished story. My dear mother, not everyone can complete the last line of the last page of the last chapter of their life. Life is like a drop emerging from the dark pit of the ocean, which for a moment gets wrapped in the incomparable light of the sun and then again merges into the same dark pit. God slows down the speed of time for us, but our existence is like that drop emerging from the dark pit, which, after a momentary glow, leaves an incomplete story and again gets lost in the darkness. Dear mother, do not be sad because I have no complaint against you. I have received your full love even in this small incomplete phase of life. His voice was getting slower after every word. Finally, he became completely silent. Now his trembling body had become completely calm, the heat of his body burning like steam rising from boiling water had now turned into cold. An amazing peace and stability spread on his innocent face. His mother, Greta, did not react to his death, because she had already gone through this process. Even in the extreme cold, her body, wrapped only in rags, had become calm and cold. Both took their last breath together, and that moment ended this chapter of life by encompassing their existence. Now they merged into the deep ocean of infinite peace.
By Karan w. 2 years ago in Fiction
Black Terror
“Where…where am I? It’s so dark. I can’t even see my hand.” “Greetings, Robert Benton.” “Who said that? Where are you? I can’t see… anything!”
By Derrick Billups 2 years ago in Fiction
I May be the Villain but I’m Not a Whore. Content Warning.
The Fox was a notorious villain. Cunning as she was beautiful. Fierce as she was mysterious. Her crimes were sporadic and seemed almost random. Once it was robbing a bank, yet once cornered she had thrown the bag to floor before vanishing in a cloud of smoke. Next was kidnapping and ransom for a child or spouse. Few were found, unharmed but their faces showed such sorrow and fear. The rest simply vanished and the money if paid was gone. And then, the deaths of many. Some men. Some women. No relation. The most mysterious was how no one new her real face. Being a shapeshifter, that was a given.
By Shelby R Perez2 years ago in Fiction
The Deep Dive
Finn was the name of a baby dolphin that lived with his family in the clear, warm waters of a shallow lagoon. With sunlit waves, lively fish, and a reassuring sense of security, the lagoon was a heaven. Finn enjoyed the comforting familiarity of the lagoon, the soft currents that carried him with ease, and the amiable marine life he encountered on a daily basis. Finn was most afraid of the deep water, though, in spite of everything else.
By Abdul Qayyum2 years ago in Fiction
The Swamp Witch
I lay on my side, beaten, cut, stabbed, bruised. My long red hair trailing into the cursed swamp water that I had been left to die in.
By Alicia Anspaugh2 years ago in Fiction
The Day I Became the One. Runner-up in Epic Beginnings Challenge.
The day I became a superhero came on a hot August morning when I thought my life was about to begin. When I thought I could feel endless possibilities in the way the sun shone warm on my skin.
By The Invisible Writer2 years ago in Fiction