Short Story
The Evolution of the Heart
If there comes a day when that which causes your heart to beat can no longer move you, that which makes you angry can no longer make you angry, that which makes you sad can no longer make you cry, then you will know what this time and this life have given you and what are you doing for it?
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Fiction
Zealous Secrets
The room had that musty smell of older people. The odour wafted across the space. Not exactly the smell of death, but somehow close enough. Shelves of books covered the walls and there were no gaps between them. Soft seats were scattered randomly around the old room, each one atop an old ragged rug. Browned newspapers and pages full of notes coated the old oak desk near the large glass french doors that lead to the estate gardens. The glass of the doors was coated by years of unwashed dust one could barely see through to the footpath just next to the doors. The study was bound to hold many secrets, but not the one anyone that followed Adam here would search for. The stacks of rotten paper and books gave off such a pungent odour, Adam wanted to leave now … but knew the chase was not over yet.
By Savannah K. Wilson2 years ago in Fiction
The Summer of Changes. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
Emma spent every summer at her grandmother's house in the small town of Willow Creek. This summer, however, felt different. She was sixteen now, and the world seemed to buzz with new possibilities and uncertainties. The lush green of the trees and the gentle babbling of the creek promised adventure, but there was something else—an undercurrent of change that Emma couldn’t quite place. On the first day of summer break, Emma's grandmother, a wise and kind woman with a sparkle in her eye, handed her an old leather-bound journal with a knowing smile. "This was mine when I was your age," she said. "It might help you navigate some of the questions you're wrestling with." Curious, Emma flipped through the yellowed pages and found stories of her grandmother's adventures, dreams, and fears as a teenager. Tales of exploring the woods, secret crushes, and the excitement of finding one's place in the world filled the journal. Inspired, Emma decided to use the journal to document her own summer journey. The next day, Emma rode her bicycle to the edge of town, where the fields stretched out in golden waves. She felt the wind in her hair and the sun on her skin, and for a moment, everything felt perfect. As she pedaled along the dusty path, she thought about her grandmother's stories and wondered what her own would be. That afternoon, she stumbled upon a group of local teens playing soccer in a nearby field. One of them, a boy named Alex, waved her over. "Wanna join?" he asked, his grin wide and welcoming. Emma hesitated for a moment, then nodded, feeling a thrill of excitement mixed with nerves. As they played, Emma found herself laughing and cheering with the others, her initial shyness fading away. Alex was friendly and patient, offering tips and encouragement as they played. After the game, as they sat in the grass catching their breath, Emma felt a sense of belonging she hadn't expected. Over the following weeks, Emma spent more time with Alex and his friends. They explored the town together, visiting the old library, hiking through the woods, and sharing stories by the campfire at night. Emma found herself opening up, sharing her thoughts and dreams, and listening to theirs in return. One evening, as they sat by the creek, Emma told Alex about her grandmother's journal. She shared some of the stories she had read and how they inspired her to create her own. Alex listened intently, nodding in understanding. "It's amazing to see how people before us navigated life, isn't it?" he said. "It makes our own journey feel connected to something bigger." Emma nodded, feeling a profound sense of connection to her grandmother and the stories that spanned generations. That night, she wrote in the journal, capturing the day's adventures and her reflections on friendship, growth, and the passage of time. As the summer days slipped by, Emma grew more confident and self-assured. She learned to embrace change and uncertainty, realizing that they were essential parts of life's journey. She cherished the friendships she had formed and the memories they had created together. On the last day of summer, Emma sat with her grandmother on the porch, the journal resting in her lap. "Thank you for sharing this with me," she said, her voice filled with gratitude. "It helped me understand more about myself and the world around me." Her grandmother smiled, her eyes twinkling with pride. "I'm glad it helped, Emma. Remember, life is a series of stories waiting to be told. Keep writing yours." As Emma packed her bags for the return home, she felt a mix of sadness and excitement. She knew she was leaving behind a summer filled with growth and discovery, but she also understood that the lessons she'd learned would stay with her as she continued her journey. With the journal tucked safely in her suitcase, Emma looked back at the house one last time. The summer had changed her, but she was ready to embrace the future, knowing that life, like the journal, was a canvas for her to fill with stories of her own making.
By Momodou Y.A Jallow2 years ago in Fiction
Whose shoes are those?
There was a pair of old sneakers by the front door as I arrived home. I should have taken more notice of them ... They didn't belong to Claire, or to me, we don't leave shoes by the door, I thought. Entering our little house, I noticed the door opened easier than it should. We had learned in our time here the door needed a little extra push to shut properly. We had grown to love our little house's quirks like that, I gave the door the little shove it needed to close as I called out.
By Savannah K. Wilson2 years ago in Fiction
take me under
From the doorway of the ship’s hospital wing, Serean Wiloh looks perfectly normal to James. James doesn’t know why there had to be a big spectacle about the whole incident, really, when the other boy is clearly doing just fine. He looks rather forlorn and pathetic at the moment, sure—staring out the ship window at the bobbing sea, a blank, unreadable expression on his face—but that’s to be expected from Wiloh.
By angela hepworth2 years ago in Fiction
The Gift of Time
Hypothesis: When a lady quits sleeping, she finds she has the power to manipulate time. She abuses this ability for her own benefit, but as she grows more and more cut off from society, she learns to understand the real cost of her "gift." The narrative delves into themes of power, loneliness, and the value of interpersonal relationships. The conclusion might be a terrible collapse brought on by her infatuation with time, or it could be a redemption story in which she gives up her power to save someone she loves.
By Abdul Qayyum2 years ago in Fiction
