Short Story

Get The Tech Outta Here. Top Story - August 2024.
July 2nd, 2014. 21 year old Foris Summers is just waking up from a long night and rolls over to the right side of his bed to grab his phone and start scrolling through the news feeds of his social media. First things he saw was the usuals: friends out partying the night before, one of his little cousins just had a birthday so his aunt was celebrating and a close friend was posting their relationship status while taking a selfie at work. “Good gracious” Foris started with exhaust. “Is anyone ever gonna get a life or is it just gonna be post like I have a life 24/7?”.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Fiction
One For My Blog
That last argument had been awful. Everyone says teenagers are difficult to parent. It's true. Change, hormones... They're growing up. Pushing boundaries. It's normal.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Learn To Swim
Learn to Swim: A Beginner's Guide This video is designed to teach complete swimming beginners how to feel safe and comfortable in the water. It's recommended to have a buddy when starting out, especially when moving to deeper areas. Pools or calm lakes are ideal practice environments compared to the ocean. Swimming goggles can also help you relax underwater.
By ELIZABETH AIMIEROBHIYE ABUMERE2 years ago in Fiction
NKWA. AI-Generated.
Once upon a time, in the heart of the lush African savannah, there lived a young girl named Nkwa. She was a vision of grace and strength, with skin the color of rich mahogany and eyes that sparkled like the brightest stars in the night sky. Nkwa was known far and wide for her extraordinary talent as a storyteller and her deep connection to the spirits of the land. From a young age, Nkwa had been drawn to the ancient baobab tree that stood tall and majestic on the outskirts of her village. Its gnarled roots reached deep into the earth, and its branches stretched out like protective arms, casting a cool, soothing shade. Nkwa would often sit beneath the wise old tree, listening to the whispers of the wind as it carried tales of the past. One day, as Nkwa was weaving a intricate pattern into a basket, she heard a soft voice calling her name. Startled, she looked up to see a shimmering figure standing before her. It was Anansi, the trickster spider, known for his cunning ways and mischievous pranks. "Dear Nkwa," Anansi began, "I have a challenge for you. I will grant you the gift of weaving the most intricate and magical stories, but in return, you must journey deep into the heart of the mystical forest and retrieve the golden feather of the legendary Sunbird." Nkwa's heart raced with excitement and fear at the thought of such a quest. But she knew in her soul that this was her destiny, her chance to prove her bravery and unlock the true power of her storytelling gift. Gathering her courage, Nkwa set off into the dense forest, guided by the whispers of the spirits and the gentle rustling of the leaves. Along the way, she encountered wild beasts, treacherous rivers, and mysterious challenges that tested her wit and resolve. After days of wandering through the enchanted forest, Nkwa finally reached the sacred tree where the Sunbird nested. With a steady hand and a heart full of determination, she plucked a single golden feather from the magnificent bird's plumage. As she held the feather aloft, a blinding light enveloped her, filling her with a sense of overwhelming power and wisdom. Returning to her village with the golden feather in hand, Nkwa was greeted as a hero. She wove tales of her adventures in the forest, enchanting her listeners with the magic and wonder she had encountered. From that day on, Nkwa's stories were imbued with a special kind of power, a gift from the Sunbird that filled the hearts of all who heard them with joy and inspiration. And so, Nkwa's legend grew, her name whispered with reverence and awe throughout the land. She had proven herself not only as a master storyteller but as a fearless adventurer who dared to seek out the mysteries of the world and bring them to light. As the sun set over the horizon, painting the sky with hues of gold and crimson, Nkwa sat beneath the ancient baobab tree, weaving her tales into the fabric of the universe, a living legend in her own right. Would you like to hear more about Nkwa's adventures and the mysteries she unraveled on her journey?
By Teller2 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of the Night: The Haunting Melody of Forest. AI-Generated.
The first time it happened, Lucy thought it was just a bizarre, isolated nightmare. She had been studying late, the textbooks and notes sprawled across her bed like a chaotic quilt of knowledge. Exhausted, she finally fell asleep, only to find herself standing in the middle of a dense, fog-laden forest.
By Rubel Matubbar2 years ago in Fiction
Moving On. Top Story - August 2024.
She peeps over the mountain of cereal and sniggers. “Whoops,” she says tipping the last few flakes into her bowl and shaking the empty box.
By Caroline Craven2 years ago in Fiction
The Lost Tome
Apparently there was an age where there were rooms full of books. That was thousands of years ago, no one remembers when the last of the Old Books were gone, but the New Tomes started to appear at the turn of the century, many years ago.
By Liam Storm2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Warning Light
The lighthouse's beam carved futile arcs through the miasma, each sweeping a Sisyphean labour against the encroaching void. Saltwater stung my eyes, already raw from straining against the impenetrable murk. Something visceral, primordial, stirred in my gut—a harbinger of imminent calamity.
By Ravi D2 years ago in Fiction
The Needle's Eye
Part 1 The seaside town of Big Quilt, located in the quaint backwoods near the city of Sewme, was a bustling, yet quaint and picturesque locale. The residents, mostly gifted artisans, made their living sewing their homemade, intricate art and quilts. They came together to present their wares at the town's weekly Yarn Festival.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin2 years ago in Fiction
The Final Keeper of the Greenwood
With its ancient trees towering overhead and their branches entwining to form a canopy so thick that the sun's rays hardly touched the forest floor, Greenwood had always been a haven of mystery and beauty. The sounds of birdsong and rustling leaves filled the air, and the forest's inhabitants wandered freely, shielded from harm by an age-old sorcery. But the enchantment was waning. Greenwood was being twisted into something strange and horrible by an invisible darkness that was sensed in the ground itself.
By Abdul Qayyum2 years ago in Fiction
Song of the Wind God
In the days that followed, the Wind God kept his promise to the girl and appeared outside the balcony every night. The maids and guards who served in the castle for many years would later recall that summer when a gentle breeze blew every night. But what they didn't know was that at the highest point of the castle, two young people were enjoying the most pleasant and comfortable evening breeze every night, chatting freely.
By watch see2 years ago in Fiction
"Human life from the first breath to the last breath"
When the child takes his first breath after making his presence felt in this world, his freedom is snatched away from him. When he cries, those moments are very pleasant for some. Now someone has come into this world to fulfill their goals and ambitions. To fulfill their selfishness. But what are the goals of that child himself? Why has he been sent into this world? Why has he been born? What is the reality? Who is he? What is the truth? What goals does he have to fulfill? Who will tell him this? But he does not need to find answers to all these questions! He does not need to worry at all. From here onwards, he is tied in the shackles of slavery like others. He is not given the opportunity to "discover himself"? His real purpose of coming into this world is over. The world has snatched all his rights from that child. What can the poor child do? Now it is time to tell him about his goals. This is very scary. The world has made all the preparations to push him into a sweet slavery. Now he will be taught the lessons of competition, jealousy and envy, greed, selfishness, contempt, lying, insensitivity, anger and aggression. In this way his life will be literally taken away from him. He will now be prepared to become a wretched slave who will only fulfill the selfishness and greed of others. He is not given the opportunity to think “Who is he? What is the purpose of his coming into this world? The poor fellow gets engrossed in this attractive world like the rest of the slaves. Now the child is not what he really was. God gets angry with this child like the rest. He leaves him forever. But the rest of his fellow slaves assure him that “God is always with you. He will help you at all times. He will not leave you alone. The stage is now set for him. All he has to do now is come on that stage and act. This stage is so big that he considers it his world. He never has the desire to look outside it. His goals are hidden in it. His aspirations and ambitions, happiness and sorrows, and a better life are contained in it. There is really no hope of his coming back now. The better he acts, the more respect he will get. For that good acting, he is given a very high status as a reward “the status of a great man” and he is very happy to get it. Now all his goals have been fulfilled. His name will exist in the world for many centuries. And will keep inspiring other slaves like him to become “great” like him. “But what happens when he is unable to fulfill the needs of the world, its greed, and its selfishness. He is unable to act well. If he is unable to do so “then the poor fellow is treated very badly. He is left alone. He is an unwanted object for the world. Who is of no use to it. He is allowed to stay on the stage “but nobody likes his acting. The world gives him various kinds of tortures. “ Although then he has a golden opportunity to recognize himself. But that poor fellow keeps trying to improve his acting. And all the slaves of the world encourage him even more. In this way he is never able to get free from here. “ And as far as his goals are concerned, there are many of them here. He does not even need to search for his destination. The world itself finds a destination for him. And he only has to reach there. But to be satisfied, he has to walk on never ending paths. That means he can never be satisfied. All these paths pass through a huge illusion. In reality there is no such thing as a destination here. The world is fooling him. Because people themselves have been fooled before. He has to walk on a long path “to reach his destination. But from his youth till his death he changes many destinations on this path. His goals keep changing continuously! Because in reality the destination he is looking for does not exist anywhere in the world. All the goals and the paths made to achieve them have been made by humans only. These paths have been decorated in such a way that every object seen here appears like a destination to that person. In this way he gets trapped in that Chakravyuh. He does not have any desires of his own. If he tries to do something like “I will live my life according to my wishes. I will do whatever I wish. I have not taken birth to fulfill anyone's selfishness. I will live freely. No one can make me a slave. But the world laughs at him on these words of his” because in reality he says these things while being caught in the illusion of that slavery. From which he will never be able to get out. “When a child utters a word for the first time after birth”, then only the world starts performing its duty. He inherits some signs of slavery from his parents. And later the work of making him a good actor begins. And in this way till his last breath, he remains engaged in fulfilling the selfish interests of the world. He is given attractive and different temptations. So that he never feels like a slave here. “ Now he has put up a good act in the world despite of suffering and pain to the extreme. And he shows himself to other slaves with his most attractive smile. He shows himself as the most powerful warrior. But he is not in reality. “ Now he has become old. Maybe now he has lost the power to fulfill anyone's selfishness. Now he has to leave this stage. But when he leaves this stage then all his things will be taken away from him. And finally he is left alone after taking everything from him. Then after some time he dies as a slave. “ Then another child is born “ The world needs him now! They need more slaves….. Start writing...
By Karan w. 2 years ago in Fiction