Series

Fog
Her scream was a sad and muffled thing, under the thick blanket of fog. The figure appearing so suddenly out of it was enough to scare her half out of her wits.
By L.C. Schäfer6 months ago in Fiction
The Window That Waited
In a quiet corner of the city, where the traffic never quite quieted and the buildings leaned into each other like old friends, stood a weathered apartment block with peeling paint and a rusted fire escape. It wasn’t grand or new, but it had stood for decades, holding stories in its walls.
By meerjanan6 months ago in Fiction
Endurance
The Lewis living room is exactly as Michael remembers it—faintly lemon-scented from an eternal pledge to Lemon Pledge, the light glancing off honey-oak trim, floorboards shiny from half a century of determined foot traffic. The walls are lined with family photos in matching frames: Michael at nine, chin smudged with baseball dirt; Marsha with her arms around a toddler version of him; Mitchell in a yellowed tuxedo, cradling a blushing bride. All the moments that counted, preserved under glass. Even the couch, brown corduroy and still faintly ridged with the memory of childhood naps, feels like it’s been waiting for this day.
By Endurance Stories6 months ago in Fiction
Shroud
Feet and hearts pounding, and gripping hands tight, the two children tore through the fog. It boiled around them like a live thing, like it was in cahoots with the sinister figure on the ridge. On his horse. That green cape fluttering, that axe-wedge of a face turned on them like a torch beam.
By L.C. Schäfer6 months ago in Fiction
Toronto
The City in Between" The first snow of December always hit Toronto like a gentle ambush. One moment, the sidewalks were wet with leftover rain, the next, a soft white hush blanketed the streets.
By waseem khan6 months ago in Fiction
Pooh meets Paddington
Piglet climbed down the small tree and smiled and walked over to Eeyore and handed him his tail. Eeyore was so happy in his own way and Paddington opened his suitcase to see if he had anything to attach Eeyore's tail so maybe he would not lose it again. He found a safety pin and attached to Eeyore's back end. Eeyore was just so happy wiggling it around. He offered his thanks to all involved and joined in the party that seemed to be growing to get Paddington back to London proper. Who will they meet next? Could it be....
By Mark Graham6 months ago in Fiction
Pooh meets Paddington
Eeyore reached the sapling and studied it very long. "I think I found my tail up a tree. Have no way of knowing how it got this far. They all said that it was quite blustery this morning. "I suppose it was." said Eeyore. They all looked up into the tree and they to see what looked like Eeyore's tail. The tree did not look strong enough for Pooh or Paddington or even Eeyore to climb, so Piglet decided to shake off his anxiety and climb the tree. Piglet made it to the spot, and it was Eeyore's tail now.
By Mark Graham6 months ago in Fiction
Pooh meets Paddington
Paddington saw something hanging in the thistle bush and called Pooh over "Is this his tail?" It was just a piece of thin bark. They continued to walk down the path looking in directions. Paddington was getting a little peckish and pulled out a marmalade sandwich and offered to all for he liked to share. Pooh, Piglet and Eeyore had their favorite snacks, and marmalade was not what they wanted at the moment. They noticed something hanging from a tree sapling and walked closer. "Could it be?" Eeyore was first to check it out for he missed his tail much.
By Mark Graham6 months ago in Fiction
Pooh meets Paddington
As Pooh and Paddington was walking through the Hundred Acre Wood along with Tigger and Piglet they bumped into Eeyore and his search for his tail that he seems to lose every now again. Eeyore says "Hi, Pooh, Piglet and Tigger." Eeyore looks at Paddington and introduces himself and says will you help me find my tale? Paddington looks at the others and agrees to help him. "Where do we look first?" They walk down to where Eeyore just left, and they saw a thistle bush. Paddington looked all around it along with the others. They saw something hanging there.
By Mark Graham6 months ago in Fiction
Endurance
If Michael’s apartment were any warmer, the wine would be sweating through the glass before you got it to your mouth. Everyone is already seated, pressed shoulder to shoulder around the battered walnut dining table that doubles as his only real piece of grown-up furniture. A lazy ceiling fan rotates overhead, struggling against the stubborn June heat. Michael stands at the head of the table in a charcoal blazer crisp enough to reflect light, the cuffs of his shirt peeking out at the wrists, his jaw squared like he’s bracing for a finish line.
By Endurance Stories6 months ago in Fiction
The Call Came After Midnight
I was half-asleep when my phone rang. The screen lit up my dark bedroom, the name flashing across it like something out of a dream — or a nightmare.
By ETS_Story6 months ago in Fiction
“The Last Paper Crane”*
In a narrow lane where the sun barely touched the ground by midday, tucked between a tea stall and an old tailor’s shop, stood a small stationery store with peeling green paint and a wooden sign that read “Baba Jan’s Papers” in faded ink.
By meerjanan6 months ago in Fiction