Read, Write & Publish Short Stories
Published by Sakthipriya in category Paranormal Experience with tag child | ghost | house | husband
Clara felt something strange on stepping her foot to that house. The house looks so lonely amidst the village with lots of windmills around it
Published by muffintop1999 in category Social and Moral with tag beach | fear | water
As I stepped onto the smooth but gritty sand of Altona Beach, I felt the gritty pieces of broken shells as well as the strips of dried seaweed tangling my toes.
Published by argit in category Suspense and Thriller with tag body | Dream | father | Mother | murder
Renee sighed heavily. How could she tell her mother that the person behind the hooded shroud was her father who had died four years ago
Published by zubsthoughts in category Love and Romance with tag friendship | girl | Love | Proposal
He took a long drag and let out the smoke out with a long sigh and said, “Don’t care too much buddy. I got dumped because I wanted to secure each and every step of hers…”
Published by Akhzar in category Love and Romance | School and College with tag girl
It was very difficult for me to carry a massive bag in hot summer of 1 pm. Even then I walked upto 300m till I reached to an auto. I threw my bag inside it as I wanted relief as soon as possible.
Published by deejay in category Love and Romance with tag kiss
The summer heat died one autumn night. He came to see me on a stolen bike. Tucked under his arms was a jar. The buzzing of insects was a hellish crescendo.
Published by ronntan in category Family with tag adopted | bully | Life | Sad
Nineteen-ninety-three. 1993, that is. The year I made my debut out of a woman’s womb in Malaysia. Not just any womb though. It is well-known fact that I was abandoned
Published by Swa in category Love and Romance with tag breakup | Love
Vitriol is a big enemy. Every time I stray from Mount Pleasant, my fall awaits me. But, it is isn’t simple to maintain an air of competent tight-lippedness…
Published by Swa in category Poetry with tag Dream | mirror | poet
I don’t know of any poets, Whose words I can quote, From memory, Nor as worthy of some note; I don’t wish to hold a quill, Dipped in archaic blue ink
Published by Julia in category Love and Romance with tag break-up | Class | Love | school
You spoke so little and so gentle. I wondered why I never noticed you. I was fast falling in love with you and I wanted to know if you felt the same.
