Short Story

The Riddle Of The Silent Watcher
"In the realm of gods and men, I dwell, A silent watcher where the spirits tell. By the feet of she who guards the fair, A hidden way, if you dare."
By Matthew Spinelli2 years ago in Fiction
Guardians of the Longest Day
The sun had just dipped below the horizon, but the sky in Ramenus still glowed with a vibrant orange hue. It was the longest day of the year, the summer solstice, and the townspeople of Ramenus had gathered in the town square to take part in an ancient ritual they had not practiced in over a century.
By Solomon Aina2 years ago in Fiction
MEAT. Content Warning.
My dad lived for the slow kill. Sunday mornings he did his best work. It’d been a tradition when I was a kid: He’d nestle my warm, sleepy body into the cab of his truck, wipe the condensation from his mirrors with a fist, and rattle us to the estate. Usually I’d doze, the scratchy flannel blanket he’d wrapped me in tickling my nose as the AM radio told us about the weather in Seattle. But on our last trip, I was wide awake, resting my forehead on the cool glass, watching as the deep-morning sky saturated slowly over Bear Mountain. The stereo hummed and spat with static. I drummed my fingers on the dashboard. Fiddled with my seatbelt. Scraped at a scab.
By Suze Kay2 years ago in Fiction
Roots and Romance - A Fight for Nature and Love – Chapter 3
Chapter Three: Want to see how it all began? Chapter 1 of Roots and Romance awaits! Missed Chapter 2? Read it here! Now, onto Chapter 2: Roots and Romance!!
By Kingsley Gomes, PhD.2 years ago in Fiction
THE INHERITANCE - part thirty-nine ... the end
I WROTE THIS AS THE SPARK IN MY IMAGINATION ILLUMINATED. PLEASE GO BACK TO THE BEGINNING AND READ THROUGH. I APPRECIATE IT. THANKS.
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Fiction
The Digital Abyss
In the heart of a bustling city, where neon lights reflected off glass towers and the constant hum of life echoed, Elara lived—an energetic, smart young woman deeply connected to the world in ways previous generations couldn't have imagined. Despite the relentless stream of information and endless notifications, Elara was haunted by an emptiness that gnawed at her.
By Massinissa Amrane2 years ago in Fiction
The Needle and Thread of Life
The Needle and Thread of Life: Weaving Tales of Love, Hope, and Resilience In the intricate tapestry of life, the humble needle and thread are more than just mere tools - they are the unsung heroes that stitch together our joys, sorrows, and dreams. With every delicate stitch, they weave a narrative of love, hope, and resilience that transcends time and space. Like the gentle touch of a mother's hand, the needle guides the thread through the fabric of our existence, creating a masterpiece of memories that warm our hearts and souls. Every stitch represents a moment, a feeling, a triumph, or a tribulation - each one a testament to the human spirit's capacity to endure and thrive. As the thread weaves in and out of the fabric, it forms an intricate pattern of experiences that shape us into who we are today. The needle's gentle dance is a metaphor for life's journey, where every step, every decision, and every encounter leaves an indelible mark on our being. With each stitch, we weave a tale of love - love for ourselves, for others, and for the world around us. We stitch together moments of laughter, tears, and triumphs, creating a quilt of memories that warm our hearts and souls. The needle and thread also symbolize hope - hope for a brighter tomorrow, hope for a better life, and hope for a world where love and kindness prevail. They remind us that every ending marks a new beginning, every tear can be mended, and every heart can be healed. In the hands of a skilled artisan, the needle and thread become instruments of transformation, turning the ordinary into the extraordinary. They remind us that our lives are a canvas waiting to be filled with purpose, passion, and creativity. As we navigate life's journey, the needle and thread teach us the value of resilience - the ability to weather life's storms, to mend our tears, and to emerge stronger and wiser. They show us that every experience, no matter how painful or challenging, is an opportunity to grow, to learn, and to become the best version of ourselves. In the silence of the night, when the world is still and quiet, the needle and thread whisper secrets of the past, reminding us of the love, hope, and resilience that have brought us to where we are today. They remind us that our stories are worth telling, that our lives are worth living, and that every moment is worth cherishing. And so, we continue to weave our tales, stitch by stitch, thread by thread, creating a tapestry of life that is both beautiful and meaningful. For in the end, it is the needle and thread that remind us of the power of love, hope, and resilience - and the beauty of the human spirit.
By Swathika Swathi2 years ago in Fiction
Love in the shadow
Once upon a time in a small, quiet town, there was a café called "Shadow's End." It was named after the big old tree that cast a long, comforting shadow over the entire place. The café was known for its cozy vibe, with mismatched furniture and the smell of freshly brewed coffee wafting through the air.
By agung mahendra2 years ago in Fiction
THE INHERITANCE - part thirty-eight
I WROTE THIS AS THE SPARK IN MY IMAGINATION ILLUMINATED. PLEASE GO BACK TO THE BEGINNING AND READ THROUGH. I APPRECIATE IT. THANKS.
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Fiction
The Haunting Power of Promises: A Look at Unkept Vows and Their Impact
The Haunting Power of Promises: A Look at Unkept Vows and Their Impact Life is filled with promises, both grand and trivial. From pinky swears etched in childhood to formal contracts signed in adulthood, these agreements bind us and shape our expectations. But what happens when promises are broken? This exploration delves into the profound impact of unkept vows, particularly in the context of a long-held secret.
By suren arju2 years ago in Fiction
Montana: Part I
“Be mine.” was all Montana ever wanted to hear. She had waited years to hear these words, she had gone through her awkward stages, she had gone through puberty (slowly but surely). She had faced rejection and humiliation. She had bullies that she had to face everyday.
By Janelle Marie2 years ago in Fiction
The Celestial Thief
In a far off system, a long ways past the compass of common starships, there existed a planet not at all like some other. Astralis, as it was known, was a divine gem, its skies painted in glowing tints of blue and purple, with three suns projecting an unending nightfall over the land. On Astralis, legends discussed an old relic known as the Starheart, a pearl said to contain the pith of a withering star and inconceivable power.
By James Leo2 years ago in Fiction