Short Story
These Strings We Pull
"I've had it with you! You're useless!" Marianne bowed her head to hide the shame blossoming across her cheeks. "All I ever do is what you ask, Thomas."
Kelly RobertsonPublished about a year ago in FictionChop Chop
I was running from my ex girlfriend. She was chasing me through the restaurant. “Come on Eddie, you always wanted to know what our secret ingredient was. Now that you dumped me, I really want to show you,” she said, smiled and lunged at me with the knife. She missed. She threw it at me and hit my neck. “I’m sorry, honey, we just weren’t getting along,” I said before falling to the ground. “Chop chop,” was the last thing she said to me before I passed out. She then cut me up and served me as a side dish!
Alex H MittelmanPublished about a year ago in FictionA Moment of Reflection
The sun was slowly setting over the horizon, casting a warm golden glow across the sky. The sky was painted with shades of pink, orange, and purple, creating a breathtaking display of nature's beauty. The gentle breeze carried the salty smell of the sea and the sound of waves crashing against the shore.
Roof Top Serenade
The sun was beginning to set on the small seaside town. The sky was painted in shades of pink, orange, and red, and the warm breeze carried the smell of saltwater and the sound of seagulls. On a rooftop overlooking the ocean, a young woman sat with her legs dangling over the edge. She watched as the sun sank lower and lower, and the sky grew darker.
Blooming Flowery Window
In a small town nestled among rolling hills, there was a little house with a blooming flowery window. The window was small but charming, and it looked out onto a lush garden full of colorful flowers and greenery.
Leap
we stood on the diving board, restless. I could feel our feet dancing, pitter-pattering, sloshing wet, dirty and scraping against the board’s itchy, scratchy material.
Melissa IngoldsbyPublished about a year ago in FictionBok Tree
In a small village nestled in the lush forests of Southeast Asia, there stood a magnificent bok tree. Its branches spread out far and wide, and its leaves shimmered in the sunlight, casting a cool shade over the village square.
Unholy
Zeke Pratt seemed to be charming in all the right ways. He held the door open, paid for each date and then tipped the baristas generously, liked his coffee with one sugar two creams, and drove a red sports car with tinted windows. His shaggy brown hair perfectly matched his brown oval eyes, and he was slim and fit. Sadie was not used to such gentleness and kindness from men. Her own father had treated her cruelly growing up and now in the final year of high school, she waited for when the day would arrive that she could finally leave the house she had known for so many years and go out into the world and make something of herself. As they pulled out of the parking lot, Zeke put his arm around Sadie. She blushed shyly.
Gillian CorsiattoPublished about a year ago in FictionHome Screen
She'd had the windows well blocked. The sun caused too much glare while she played. Her name was on the save file: Crep. Short for her favourite word, crepuscular. Most of her friends couldn't pronounce it, so she said it was for crêpes. That is, pancakes.
Matthew DanielsPublished about a year ago in FictionThe Final Goodbye
The hospital room was quiet, except for the rhythmic beep of the monitor. She knew this was it. Tears streamed down her face as she whispered her final goodbye. He squeezed her hand weakly, trying to convey his love. In that moment, she realized that love transcends all, even death.
RoastBox CoffeePublished about a year ago in FictionUnveiling Deceit
Karen had been married to Jack for ten years, and they had been living a comfortable life in a beautiful house in the suburbs. Jack was a successful businessman, and Karen was a stay-at-home mom caring for their two children. They had a happy family life, and Karen thought she knew everything about her husband. But one day, she discovered something that would change her life forever.
RoastBox CoffeePublished about a year ago in FictionRun, because I’m scared
I kept running through the woods. My friend had already been eaten by the beast. It was so dark out, I coudnt even see it’s face to describe. There it was, the entrance to the state park. I was almost there. The beast popped up in front of me, it’s face now glowing. I was standing there, stoic, as it swallowed me whole.
Alex H MittelmanPublished about a year ago in Fiction