The Creaking Door
The din wasn’t particularly loud, but it was enough to jolt Patricia Mercer out of her sleep. After her eyes adjusted to the darkness and she caught her breath, she sat up and gave...
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The din wasn’t particularly loud, but it was enough to jolt Patricia Mercer out of her sleep. After her eyes adjusted to the darkness and she caught her breath, she sat up and gave...
Writing a short story can be a fulfilling and creative endeavor. Here are some steps to help you write a compelling short story: Choose a topic Think of a theme or topic that interests...
Short Story I was fourteen-years-old and had just started high-school when I got a part in the school musical. Everyone knows that Mrs. McNulty never gives parts to freshman, but I got one,...
Short Story “‘Are you dreaming?’ “The question caught me off guard. I didn’t recognize the voice. I turned to look at the man that questioned me. ‘Excuse me?’ As I turned I realized I...
Short Story Claire taped the cardboard box shut and sighed. She stood up, wiping a bead of sweat from under her headband as she admired her handiwork. Her small studio apartment was completely empty,...
Short Story Sitting in the urgent care waiting room, I fought back nausea and thoughts of fifty worst-case scenarios. The pain in my lower back thrummed with my breath, ebbing and flowing like...
Short Story They were doing lines in the bathroom. When I went in there was white powder spread across the granite and sink, they didn’t clean it up as well as they wanted. Dylan...
I woke with the dawn that morning. The sunlight fell in through the window and it was moments before I realized where I was. The bed was as hard as frozen hay beneath me....
Short Story Brenda’s heart pounded in her chest and she could hear the pulse in her ears. Inhaling through her nose and exhaling through her mouth, which was set in a perfect O, she...
Short Story About Identity The janitor was always depressed and cynical. This was nothing new. The monotony of his occupation had left him numb, but he had no complaints. The anxiety he used to...
Short Story About Decision Making Katie’s room had never had the lace, dolls, or pink accoutrements of a typical girl’s room, not even when she was little. She had never asked for those things,...
Short Story About Friendship I once knew a girl that painted the most realistic eyes onto the backs of snail shells. Willow was her name and she was by far absolutely brilliant at it....
Short Story He had gone to Italy to run away— to hide amongst the rolling hills and the chipped worn yellow buildings that dotted them. Everything back home had begun to stink too much...
Short Story “Are you a ghost?” she asked. I laughed. “Not exactly,” I said. “Do I look like a ghost?” “A little,” she said. “You’re shiny blue. Ghosts always look shiny blue.” I cocked...
Short Story The smile on Maggie’s eight-year-old face always breaks my heart on court days. Single mom-ing hasn’t been too bad and her dad and I even keep it pretty civil. I just...
Short Story Rachel looked at her class calendar in disgust. She thought for sure it was next week; now she has to cancel her burrito plans just to visit a mill in order...
Short Story Part I I’ve always felt like I could have had a very successful and happy life had I learned a trade. In the wake of the industrial revolution, families were no...
Short Story George awoke with Fleur’s tongue in his ear. “Ugh,” he grumbled, pushing her away. “You never stop, do you?” As if to confirm his statement, the 13-pound ball of fur spun in...
I was finished being builded the first of December, 3035. That’s when my AI was first activated. My movement at the time was minimal, so I could only see what was directly in front of me. The factory floor was sterile, bright, and chrome. Robotic arms whizzed all over the floor, quickly building cheaper models to be sent to whatever mercenary company or factory floor that needed the expendable labor. I looked down to see two people in lab coats…
Within the twisty-turny maze of a nondescript office building in Silicon Valley, Bob existed. A developer as typical as they come, with a peculiar affinity for the smellier spectrum of cheeses. His mundane days...
As winter descended upon Verona, Emily and Ethan stood united against the tempestuous winds that threatened to tear their love apart. Together, they embarked on a journey that would test the very limits of...
As the autumn leaves painted Verona’s streets with a vibrant tapestry of red and gold, Emily and Ethan’s love story continued to unfold, oblivious to the storm brewing on the horizon. Their bond grew...
In the bustling city of Verona, where old-world charm blended seamlessly with modern vibrancy, two strangers embarked on separate journeys that would intertwine their destinies in ways they could never have imagined. Emily, a...
Introduction: Writer’s block can be a frustrating and common obstacle that many writers face, including those working on short stories. The feeling of staring at a blank page or struggling to find inspiration can...
Introduction: Well-crafted characters are the heart and soul of any story, including short stories. Despite the limited space available, it is essential to create memorable and engaging characters that leave a lasting impact on...
Introduction: A well-structured story forms the backbone of any compelling narrative. Whether you’re writing a short story or a novel, understanding the fundamentals of story structure is essential. In this blog post, we will...
Introduction: Every writer, no matter how experienced, encounters moments when inspiration feels elusive. The blank page can be intimidating, and finding the right idea to kickstart a short story can be challenging. In this...
Introduction: In the realm of storytelling, brevity can be just as impactful as lengthy narratives. Flash fiction, a genre that thrives on its concise nature, challenges writers to craft powerful stories within a limited...
Chapter 13 Wicked.. a taste of the morrow. Is the word. But then… Paul was not an unpeculiar fellow. Some would say he had a knack for the abstract by way of “jack o...
They were called Nowhere People. Chase hadn’t come up with it, his Ma had, and she used to call his Pops that, often. On probably the hundredth time she kicked him out, which...