Short Story

Cut Like Glass
“I’m sorry, Sir. She won’t get out of the car,” the driver explained hoarsely. It had been a long day with the wedding and all the guests that needed to be carted to and fro.
By Stephanie Van Orman15 days ago in Fiction
Unsaid
Beth hadn’t realised how cold her hands were until the mug stopped hurting. The café was too loud for a weekday morning. Cups struck saucers. Steam hissed. Someone laughed too sharply behind her. Beth wrapped both hands around the worn coffee cup and waited for the warmth to settle, for the ache to ease into something manageable.
By Courtney Jones15 days ago in Fiction
Witch's First Primer
˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖Welcome to the Fractallian sisterhood of witches ˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖ From Amelia Gand
By K.B. Silver 15 days ago in Fiction
The Voice Inside My Head.
“Try the oysters, they flew them in this morning.” “Everything here flies in, doesn’t it?” “You finally made it, you know.”
By Test15 days ago in Fiction
Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred
"Mike Singleton" "Who?" "Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred" "Why is he still being read, and increasing his reads?" "What are you on about?"
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 15 days ago in Fiction
Just Checking In On You
‘How are you doing?’ ‘I've been better, honestly.’ ‘Have you had any nutrients today?’ ‘Nah, I don't feel like it.’
By Moon Desert15 days ago in Fiction
Golden Time of Day
When the snow melted, the spring air brought the pungent smell of trees blooming. Their pinks and fuchsias and whites created a panoply of color. Sedgwick Vorman, 39, carried the flowers in the same way to the same grave at the turn of the season. His skin looked like chestnuts and his strong cheek bones and hands shot through the neck and the sleeves of his designer jacket. He dusted off the marker and replaced the flowers. He set up a blanket and a beach chair. He then opened the newspaper. News about the worst day in stock market history since the 1929 crash alerted his attention as he turned on the radio.
By Skyler Saunders15 days ago in Fiction
Cancelled
"Good morning, this is Jasmine, thank you for calling, how may I help you?" "Yes, hello! I am calling to cancel my subscription, please."
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden15 days ago in Fiction
Unvalentined
it's become rather predictable, with all the flowers sprayed a holiday, inventional, to keep the sellers paid a day set, wholly acceptable, putting romance on parade February fourteenths sentimental, and they call it valentines day seems we're all susceptible, as subtle as a snake or razorblade bound to get us all in trouble, wearing a lovers accolade what seems harmless and elemental, leaves you needing a band-aid affections turned to rituals, handled like a hand grenade everyone is expendable, you can't escape unscathed first blood is unforgettable, until everyone is maimed so hold on to you receptacle, not everyone enjoys getting sprayed the carnage can be survivable, when love is written on a heart shaped page ***
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden16 days ago in Fiction
The Silent Climb
In a peaceful village nestled between vast hills and serene lakes, lived a boy named Ayan. He was known for his quiet nature, yet his mind was bursting with dreams. Unlike his peers who were satisfied with routine, Ayan longed for adventure, exploration, and achievement—all synonyms of the ambitions he nurtured silently.
By meerjanan16 days ago in Fiction
The Silent Climb
In a quiet village nestled between green hills and calm lakes, there lived a boy named Ayan. He was quiet by nature, often seen sitting under the old fig tree with a faraway look in his eyes. While others played, he would sketch mountains, write in his worn notebook, and stare at the peaks beyond the horizon.
By meerjanan16 days ago in Fiction
The Lantern in the Attic
There was a house on the edge of the village that no one spoke of, not unless the wind was still and the night felt too long. It stood at the top of the hill, half-hidden by ivy and time, its windows clouded with dust, its porch sagging under the weight of years. The other children said it was cursed. They claimed they’d seen shadows where there should be none, heard laughter when the house had been empty for decades.
By meerjanan16 days ago in Fiction