Short Story

The Boy Who Collected Lost Souls
The First Time I Saw Him The first time I saw the boy, he was sitting on the edge of the school playground beside a kid who was crying.
By Fazal Hadi2 months ago in Fiction
The Dancing Snowflakes
On the coldest night of winter, when the moon hung low and silver in the sky, the town below was quiet. Snow blanketed the streets, muffling every sound, and icicles hung from rooftops like delicate crystal daggers. The children of the town had long since gone to bed, their windows glowing softly in the dark. But above them, something extraordinary was happening.
By Logan M. Snyder2 months ago in Fiction
The Pup in the Alley
When No One Listens, Someone Will. 🐕 Silence wrapped Bridgetown, a tawny blanket - too dense for its residents to appreciate. Waste bins hummed with the overwhelming calls of crickets.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin2 months ago in Fiction
The Price of Staying
Uncle Saeed was an aging man whose eyebrows had grown thick with time, softening the quiet brightness that still lived in his eyes. He supported three daughters and a son, each studying in a different field, each carrying a portion of his hope for a better future. Every morning, he rose before dawn to the sound of the neighborhood farmer calling out his prayer. Saeed whispered a few words of his own into the waking air, asking for strength to carry his family through another day.
By Alhussain 2 months ago in Fiction
Broken Wings
Sasha "Sash" Torres stared at her phone, heart hammering in her chest. The news flashed across the screen—Mara "M" Williams found dead in alley, overdose suspected. The words hit like a physical blow, and she felt the room tilt around her, the floor beneath her feet becoming a distant memory.
By Aarsh Malik2 months ago in Fiction
Borrowed Days
I never believed in miracles, not the big ones. But small ones—the quiet, almost accidental kind—I think those might be real.
By Fazal Hadi2 months ago in Fiction
How to Buy a Car at a Chinese Restaurant
A decision had been made. The only thing left to do in order to simplify my budget was to downsize my car payment. It would be a challenge, so I searched out a local pot lot, the “buy here, pay here” sort of place specializing in cheap high-mileage well-worn vehicles.
By Martina Franklin Poole 2 months ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 49
Chapter 49 “Hungry? Oh yes yes yes! Belly rumbles! Need foods. Magma treats! Feed me, Mistress! Feed me more and I’ll be the happiest worm ever!”
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)2 months ago in Fiction
My Heart's Field
My heart's field is narrow, slipping along the undulating grass and crying over the snipped flowers of my soul. I house a garden that is ill-formed and barely tended to, with little specific purpose, other than to cope with my own momentum of time. In staccato, my breathing shakes as I jog along the bare backed road. Raw and emotional, I scrape myself along the road, black mascara streaming down my cheeks. Eyes fogged, I misjudge my steps, my broken high heels scraping mercilessly across the harsh bitumen, tripping me up.
By Susan L. Marshall2 months ago in Fiction
Christmas Wishing
Here's a link to the Challenge: Dear Satan Santa, I have been a good boy, but I wonder if that is enough in the climate we live in. I want so many things, and I am not sure if you can get them for me. I would like to have more things for my family and myself. We deserve to be released from all of our obligations, despite the contract we signed.
By Kendall Defoe 2 months ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 48
Chapter 48 Sara settled herself at the bottom of the Magma lake, resting at the base of the Volcano Territory Control Shard, its crystalline pulse steady and reassuring behind her. She cradled the Greatworm Hatchling Egg in her lap, its shell glowing red from the outrageous ambient heat, veins of fire and stone energy threading across its surface. The hatchling’s spark pulsed erratically, stronger than ever, feeding greedily on the potent ambient energy saturating the magma chamber.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)2 months ago in Fiction
Christmas Tales ~ Silent Night, Deadly Night
Christmas is a time for joy, for love, for peace. Yet peace survives only when evil is held back. The rules have shifted; Christmas is no longer about naughty or nice. For this season, nice takes its rightful throne in a wicked world, until the spirits stir again.
By Mia Z. Edwards2 months ago in Fiction