Short Story

The Most Important Thing I'll Ever Do (3 of 3). Content Warning.
*Author's note: This story will dive into some fairly sensitive topics including untreated mental health, murder and suicide. This is part 3 of 3! Click here to read part one and here to read part two!
By Matthew Spinelli2 years ago in Fiction
The Sunset
The morning started with a beautiful sunrise. Not a single cloud in the sky. Mary was so excited to go on her first boat ride, that she hardly slept that night. Mary stood at 5'6" with long blonde hair. She always was looking for an adventure. Today was going to be one. One way or another.
By Crystal R Whitchurch2 years ago in Fiction
The reluctant voyager
When the wind first whispered to Thomas Colby, he thought it was merely his imagination. It was the day after his fiftieth birthday, and he was sitting on the worn bench outside his cottage, sipping tea and watching the sun dip below the horizon. The breeze, cool and laced with the scent of pine, seemed to carry faint voices, as if the wind itself was trying to speak to him.
By Francisca 2 years ago in Fiction
THE GRAVE ENIGMA OF THE MONARCH AND THE FOUR ROYALTY.
In a distant kingdom, there lived a monarch who was blessed with four wives. His affection for the fourth wife surpassed that of the others; he lavished her with love and presented her with the most exquisite gifts and treasures available. The king also held a profound admiration for his third wife, frequently praising her in the courts of neighboring realms. His second wife served as his most trusted advisor and confidante; in times of trouble, he would seek her guidance, and she adeptly assisted him in overcoming various challenges.
By Elisha Sama2 years ago in Fiction
Whispers of Light
In a small, forgotten village nestled between ancient hills, there was a legend about a hidden forest where light had a voice. The villagers called it the "Whispering Wood." No one dared to venture into the wood, for it was said that those who did would never return. But the legend also spoke of a treasure, not of gold or jewels, but of something far more precious—a secret that could heal the deepest wounds of the heart.
By Kingsley Egeke2 years ago in Fiction
The Enchanted Flower
In a land where the sun kissed the slopes and the waterways sang children's songs, there was a town called Aeloria. It was where each piece of turf sparkled with life, and each tree murmured antiquated mysteries. In any case, the core of Aeloria's enchanted lay in a solitary, sensitive blossom that sprouted just once like clockwork. The locals considered it the "Luna Blossom."
By Nadia Tasnim2 years ago in Fiction
Drowning Out the Chorus
The waves sloshing against the aluminum hull of my boat, made a metallic sound, like a liquid metronome. I made up a song to repeat with the rhythm.
By Terry Roe2 years ago in Fiction
The Dissolution of Agent Thea Claudette
Agent Thea Claudette had always been one of the Agency’s most skilled operatives. Her precision in the field was unmatched, her decisions swift and unerring. But it wasn’t just her sharp mind or the agility of her body that set her apart—it was her unwavering sense of self. They had built her life around the belief that her identity, her essence, was intertwined with her role as an agent. She was her job, and her job was her life.
By Syed Moizuddin2 years ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Ring
Lena was cleaning out the attic of her late grandmother's house when she discovered an old, dusty box tucked away in a corner. Inside, she found a beautiful, vintage engagement ring and a note that read, "For my dearest, the love we had was never meant to be, but our hearts will always be intertwined."
By Akash Venkatesan2 years ago in Fiction
The Whispering Woods
Elara had always been drawn to the forest at the edge of her village, where the trees whispered secrets to those who dared to listen. As a child, she would spend hours beneath the ancient oaks, imagining tales of hidden kingdoms and forgotten heroes. But as she grew older, the village elders warned her to stay away, saying the woods were cursed, that they held a dark power that no one should disturb.
By Emmanuel Oyewale2 years ago in Fiction
"In the Shadow of Time"
The hospital room was dimly lit, the soft beeping of monitors the only sound breaking the silence. Thomas hesitated at the door, his heart heavy with an emotion he couldn’t quite name. He had not seen his father, Harold, in over five years, not since their last argument had left their relationship in tatters. Now, as he stood on the threshold, he felt a mix of dread and resignation.
By Abbas2 years ago in Fiction
Soupçon et Jalousie
I fall in love with her, my Rhiannon. She, beautiful. Even lovelier, she not know! Her skin so smooth, little white teeth digging worry into her lip. Always counting the calorie. Always looking for another way to care. And when she forgot to worry, her smile so wide, so happy. Contagieuse! Oh, I was so dizzy in love.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction