Short Story

Dark Storm
Blaak's parents had died in the raid of 2147, leaving him orphaned and cowering in the rubble, foraging for food and water. For a short time, he had been a happy child, that life now a dream as he fought to survive. Converting one of the half- destroyed rooms in his old home into a quasi-livable shelter, he fought to protect it from scavengers.
By Novel Allen2 years ago in Fiction
The Cost of Duty
It was a cloudy day. Young Kenrick Kemp clung to his father’s leg. "Daddy, where are you going?" he asked. "To work. I’m going to help your grandfather," Reginald Kemp replied, ruffling Kenrick’s hair before setting him down on a chair. Kenrick stood up, meeting his father eye to eye. At just eight, he sensed the danger. He had a knack for eavesdropping.
By Karina Thyra2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Voyage of the Sea Star
Captain Clara Everhart stood at the helm of the Sea Star, a once-glorious sailing vessel that had weathered countless storms and seen many adventures on the high seas. The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting an orange glow over the calm waters. The ship creaked softly as it cut through the waves, heading into the unknown.
By Md Azizul2 years ago in Fiction
A Love Interrupted: The Heartbreaking Story of Raghav and Poornima
Raghav nervously fidgeted with his phone, re-reading the message he was about to send Poornima for the umpteenth time. “It's not working out. We should end it.” Those seven words felt like a weight on his chest, crushing him with the weight of what was about to happen. But deep down, Raghav knew it was for the best.
By Subhasri Devaraj2 years ago in Fiction
Eulogy To The Realm
When we found you dead, we thought that was the end of the whole lot. We thought the world would be empty. Hopeless; every dream dead, too. What we couldn't know at that moment was that you weren't the world. At least, not everyone's. And you wouldn't render dreams truth. The best you would ever do was reflect our dreams back to us as terror. You weren't always there before; apparently, you weren't meant to be there after.
By kp2 years ago in Fiction
The Language of Love
Seki had grown up in the shadows, where all he could see and touch was darkness. He’d never had a home, not truly. He lived among a group of delinquents, strangers to themselves and to each other, who spoke the language of violence. Such a language had never strongly spoken to Seki. He’d watched men fistfight to the death before the time he was seven, and he never found those men to be awe-inspiring. They were nothing but brutes, seeking meaning and pride in their own meaningless lives by beating each other senseless. It was repulsive. They were all repulsive.
By angela hepworth2 years ago in Fiction
The Devourer
Devon had always wanted to save humanity. He dreamed of being a superhero, but never found a meteor or suffered an industrial accident. So, he chose science. With dogged brilliance, he developed technology to recycle all non-organic materials, so that even the mountains of detritus outside every city might be turned into limitless factories. Refashioning plastic was easy and making other precious metals, the kind you might find in a computer or smartphone, wasn’t so hard either. If he could scale up, without having to hand the reins over to greedy investors, he might save the world. Which meant he must be stopped.
By Sean A.2 years ago in Fiction
The Fortune Cookie
The fortune cookie sat untouched on the table, a silent observer to the lunchtime chatter swirling around the bustling Chinese resturant. Jia picked it up and turned it over in her fingers, studying the wavy edges and golden brown hue, before snapping it open with a satisfying crack.
By Winry2 years ago in Fiction
Smarter, Not Harder
Emma walked out of her Economics class, and her friend Bryony did a double-take, frowning. "Hey... weren't you just over there? How did you...?"
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Spacewalker
A spacewalk, that's what they named it when space was first ventured to and explored. People now lived on spaceships, but the name spacewalk had still stuck whenever someone went out.
By Liam Storm2 years ago in Fiction
Echoes Of Desire. AI-Generated.
The stormy night sky was a deep, foreboding grey, with clouds that seemed to swirl and twist like living things. The small sailboat, "Maverick's Revenge," cut through the choppy waters of the North Atlantic, its hull creaking and groaning under the pressure.
By Tolu Lase2 years ago in Fiction
Kryss Cross
Yellow flames danced around them. His brother, Kurt, was dead. His father, fallen. The air crackled with magic, the smell of brimstone. Pieter teleported within arm's length. He struck, an eldritch kryss knife streaking an arc of yellow fire.
By Kimberly J Egan2 years ago in Fiction