Short Story

Questions To Be Answered
Cassandra had often wondered. What made her mother leave her? What was her mother like? Did her mother want her to have a better life? Or did she just not love her child? Was her blonde hair the same as her mother’s? Or did she get it from someone else? Would she recognize her mother if the other woman stood before her? Who gave her her name? Was it her mother or the people who’d found her?
By Reb Kreyling11 minutes ago in Fiction
Let's Make a Deal
The door creaked softly as Nicolai opened it. He had made arrangements to meet the hunters, but he wasn’t sure they knew exactly who had made plans to meet them.
By Reb Kreyling12 minutes ago in Fiction
The House
He awoke tied to a chair. He opened his eyes, trying to adjust his vision to the dark. From the musty smell mixed with the scent of death, it wasn't good. Waking up to tied to a chair was already bad enough, but that wasn't the part that made him panic. He looked around the room, realizing that he was in the basement. When he was dragged down there, he briefly remembered how the men laughed when they let his head bang against the stairs going down. He could still feel a slight pain in the back of his head.
By Emy Quinnabout 2 hours ago in Fiction
The Store Closes at Six
The front door of Sam’s General Store was never locked until six. Not because it had to be—Sam trusted people, mostly—but because everyone knew the rule.
By Algiebaabout 2 hours ago in Fiction
Something Is Beginning, I Think
The bus station in Cedar Falls smelled like burnt coffee and wet pavement. Rain had stopped about twenty minutes earlier, leaving the parking lot glazed in a dull silver shine beneath the streetlights. A Greyhound bus idled near the far curb, its engine humming like it had been there forever and might stay forever if no one told it otherwise.
By Algiebaabout 3 hours ago in Fiction
Night of The Pandas. Content Warning.
Just an FYI: March 16th is National Panda Day! It began like any other night. My husband, brother, and I took our dogs out for a late-night stroll. They did not like being out around our neighbors or their respective pets, and neither did we, so this routine suited us just fine--anything to maintain the peace.
By Rain Dayzeabout 3 hours ago in Fiction
Subterrain
Introduction This wonderfully creepy image is another shared by The Enchanted Booklet on Facebook here: I thought I saw a tale, there, thinking of Gollum, but much darker.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about 3 hours ago in Fiction
Why a Real Zombie Apocalypse Would Probably Fail
They’re the living dead. Our nightmares wrapped in rotting flesh. Brain-hungry monsters that shuffle through our favorite shows and movies like they own the place.
By Areeba Umairabout 3 hours ago in Fiction
Star light
It was a winter night magic left her finger tips, it moved in the sky and connect with the stars. Star light was a Native American girl who had magic powers. She had the ability to speak life in the universe and when someone with a pure heart wished upon a star the wish will be granted. Starlight was gifted, she had a kind heart and she was the most beautiful woman in their town. It was a rural area they still lived in tents and very old houses, made out of sand. Starlight had a kind heart and she was loved by everyone in her community. She was a special teenage girl. Although she had great beauty she was still a child, she was eighteen years of age. She was living with her parents and was the only child. So naturally her parents were very protective over her because of her beauty and the special magical gift she had.
By Miss Beyabout 4 hours ago in Fiction
A love I lost
We pour our souls into love only to lose it in the end. Some people are lucky enough to find genuine and real love; sadly, I am not one of them. I find love only to lose it. I found him and lost him. I loved him, then hated him. He made me happy. I thought I was the luckiest woman to have him in my life. I thought he was a gift from God. My joy turned into pain. He disappointed me and broke my heart over and over again until I stopped loving him. My happiness came to an end. We broke up eventually. We both stopped fighting for the love we had. Our love was not enough to keep us together.
By Miss Beyabout 6 hours ago in Fiction
Babbling Dixie. Top Story - March 2026.
The short form of tomorrow is never the whole story. Abbreviations mean nothing when we are born to die and we all are aren't we? Being spoken for before birth is something we're not supposed to remember like some kind of karma after effect. Still here we are spending our lives looking for each other.
By Canuck Scriber Lisa Lachapelleabout 6 hours ago in Fiction
The Boy Who Collected Sunsets. AI-Generated.
Every evening, just before the sun disappeared behind the hills, a boy named Arman climbed the same small hill outside his town.
By Waleed khanabout 8 hours ago in Fiction