Short Story

Coracao. Top Story - August 2024.
Coracao could reach into your chest, remove your heart, and place it in her own. Simple as that - ignoring the carnage of having your chest penetrated by a foreign hand, heart ripped away from your ribs with subsequent massive fucking blood loss, and another heart reconnected to your loose veins. What was her point in switching your hearts?
By Ariana GonBon2 years ago in Fiction
Echoes Of The Deep
I handed my boarding pass to the terminal worker, praying he wouldn’t recognize me. His eyes scanned my boarding pass and ID without even a twitch of his eyebrow.
By Matthew Spinelli2 years ago in Fiction
The Silence of Strength
Maya had always been an open book, the kind of person who believed that sharing her life openly was the key to deep, meaningful connections. She wore her heart on her sleeve, revealing her dreams, fears, and triumphs to anyone she trusted. For most of her life, this approach served her well. Her friendships were close-knit, her family bonds unbreakable, and she felt surrounded by love and support.
By Sodiq Ajala2 years ago in Fiction
Dream Catcher
In the deepest depths of your dreams you may find her. Dressed in white woven fishnet with tribal accents, but she doesn’t always appear in that form. Sometimes she doesn’t appear at all. Sometimes when you find yourself in deep sleep paralysis or sleep walking moving against your will, you might be at her whim. They call her Dream-Catcher.
By Kenneth cruz2 years ago in Fiction
The Twin Connection
October 17, 1999 Patience is the best weapon and silence is the best revenge. The words rang through seven-year-old Max Emerson's head as he stared out the rear window of his parent's Mercedes-Benz. It was the final sentence of the book he had just finished reading.
By Dylan 2 years ago in Fiction
Hysteria
Alice scans the alleyway. The area she picked to meet the reporter was in a decent neighborhood, but it was late, and the criminal element was high in this city.
By Heather Zieffle 2 years ago in Fiction
The Fight of My Life. Top Story - August 2024.
Tonight, like any other, the warehouse is full and excitement is high.There’s nothing like this energy–the energy of a crowd on fight night, especially one that is cheering in your favor. And yes, all these people are here for me, regardless of who they came for. They just don’t know it yet.
By Jennifer David2 years ago in Fiction
Normal Guy
It isn't easy being a hero. Ever since Allan Sherman had saved the world, wherever he went, he was flocked by fans asking for autographs.
By Jessica Phoenix2 years ago in Fiction
Tales of The Blackbird. Content Warning.
"HOOOLLLDD THE RODDERRR!” I screamed, being the captain of the sparrow, the fastest ship on the entire eastern sea, I had to be stern with my crew lest they step outta line, especially now of all times with the roaring storm calling our souls to ol’ Davy Jones. Fear ripped through the hearts of my entire crew as they hear a cracking sound coming from the main mastas it shattered and fell tearing down one of the sails and obliterating half my cabin. This one event brought misfortune, nearly turning the ship on its back and exposing the barnacles that lay under it. Alas, it was my job to save them all. I ordered the anchor to be dropped as I ran past the mizzen and headed to the lower deck. I had always kept the cannons loaded incase of an ambush and now that one insignificant rule was about to be put to good use. “Fire!” I shouted nearly tearing my own eardrums. But why? Some may ask. It was to push the ship backward and slow it down, and it worked. We took down the sails and some of my men decided to camp in the lower deck for the night leaving the ship at the mercy of the storm. I on the other hand stood at the nose of my ship. As fearless and as brave as ever, and that’s when I felt it, a sharp pain in my lower back. It was a blade. Lodged into my spine by one of my own. I started to feel dizzy so I could not place the face of my killer. Losing the feeling in my legs. I saw myself falling like a maple tree struck down by a bearded Scottish man. I was now off the ship and about to dive headfirst into the same ocean I found solace in for so long, but just before striking the sea…
By Melvyn & zika2 years ago in Fiction
The River's Due. Top Story - August 2024. Content Warning.
The river in our village was everything. Giver of life, bringer of death. It provided you with good fortune or stole your future. It was where the priests baptized us and the grandmothers blessed us afterward, in between the washing. The river’s spirit whispered to us all, every day of our lives. When someone was lost to the river, those same traveling priests claimed God had called them home. We nodded to make them feel better, but we knew it was the river that had come calling for its due. We may have come to accept Jesus as our savior, but had our doubts he would have tried to walk our river.
By Sean A.2 years ago in Fiction
Missing
Jasmine had always been the heartbeat of every gathering, the friend who knew how to turn any mundane day into an adventure. Her laughter was infectious, her energy boundless, and her presence a guarantee of good times. From a young age, she was the one to organize spontaneous road trips, weekend getaways, and unforgettable parties. Life was a whirlwind of excitement, and Jasmine thrived in it.
By Sodiq Ajala2 years ago in Fiction
Time and It's Dynamism
Kwame was a taxi driver in Accra, Ghana, a city bursting with life and movement. The streets were always busy, filled with the sounds of vendors shouting, children laughing, and the constant hum of traffic. For Kwame, the city was both his playground and his battleground. He wasn’t wealthy, but he was honest, hardworking, and content with the simple life he led. Each day, he navigated the crowded streets, picking up passengers and dropping them off at their destinations. It was a routine that kept his family fed and his spirit steady.
By Sodiq Ajala2 years ago in Fiction