Read, Write & Publish Short Stories
Published by greengrapes in category Family with tag abuse | alcohol | daughter | murder | tears
She was the happiest person I’d ever known. Even after David’s death, she had learnt that life was too short to think about things which were gone.
Published by sanjeev in category Childhood and Kids with tag abuse | doll | father
The girl loved the doll . She herself was named Gudiya (Doll) by her mother. Her doll was the only thing which gave her pleasure in what was a dull life .
Published by Ada Wiam in category Family with tag abuse | beach | sand | sea | tsunami
The beach was filled with buzzing mob; but no one noticed the lone girl, me, sitting alone like she had lost her life. Not yet. I was tempted to go and welcome death now
Published by meetanair in category Family | Social and Moral with tag abuse | blackmail | family | Mother | tutions
She was writhing in pain. She wanted to scream but no sound came out of her mouth. He placed his hand over her mouth to prevent her from making any sound at all.
Published by spagbag in category Social and Moral with tag abuse | child | freedom
She ran and grasped for the door handle and when she felt the cold metal on her fingers, she was thankful, thankful that she had lived all these years and survived
Published by Shannon Butler in category Family with tag abuse | girl | missing
One day as I was walking down a cold, deserted road, I realized that there was something missing from my life. Unsure of what it was, I walked a little further, past my house,
Published by soul0805 in category Love and Romance | Social and Moral with tag abuse | beauty | brother | father | gender discrimination | Girl Child
Kavya, who was totally unaware of Lalit’s love for her was stunned the day he proposed marriage – she had not seen it coming! She panicked and Lalit noticed this
Published by kdrzazga in category Social and Moral with tag abuse | child | neighbor | police | prostitute | relation
Sarah smiled, came near him, and took the wallet from his hand. A minute later he got it back, without seventy five dollars inside.”Thank you!” she said and left the room.
Published by moonstone in category Family with tag abuse | bus | gay | husband
I was travelling in a crowded bus that night and i was wearing a skirt that day as i gave my saree to dhobi and i consider skirt to be an attire of corporate glamour.
Published by shobana in category Editor's Choice | Social and Moral with tag abuse | food | Kids | work
Editor’s Choice:Their husbands, oblivious to all these conversations discussed their business. For the partners, it was the dragging dispute over labor and wages
