A Short Story – Adam sat alone beside a small kebab stand on the side of the city street at night. In his right hand, he held a blackened, grilled meat kebab. In his left, a soda. Slowly, he savored every bite. “Thank you, God… this is so delicious,” he said spontaneously. “I’m glad you […]
A Short Story – The soft morning sunlight shone gently on the first day of a bright spring.Sarah ran out into the backyard, holding a small white bag of flower seeds. She dashed around in every direction, just like any energetic five-year-old playing in an open field. “I’m going to plant flowers… I’m going to
A short story – The motorcycle engine roared like an angry beast chasing its prey. A black 600cc bike sped down the empty highway at no less than 100 mph, just past 11 PM. Without hesitation, Matthew rode his motorcycle, chasing after a red bike ahead of him. He leaned down to reduce wind resistance
A short story – His vision started to blur. His head felt extremely light. His body — heavy and difficult to move. It was as if all his strength had vanished. Slowly, he collapsed onto the octagon ring. The pain, the sweat on his body, the deafening crowd — it all disappeared in an instant. Only darkness remained, along
A short story – His gaze remained calm, observing, watching the surroundings. The morning sun shone gently, not harsh on the skin — it felt very comfortable.Sitting on a wooden bench in the city park allowed him to witness every moment clearly in front of him. Dressed in a casual cream shirt and long pants,
A short story – Ring…ring…The sound of a bicycle bell echoed through the slightly overcast morning. The air was cool against the skin, even though it was summertime. “Morning, James! Out for a warm-up?” greeted Mr. Paul cheerfully, passing by on his old bicycle while waving a hand. “Good morning, Mr. Paul! Yes, just enjoying
A short story – His legs ran steadily and powerfully, with good form. Under the dawn sky, still sprinkled with stars across the dark canvas, Adam ran. Full of motivation, he raced along the asphalt road at the edge of the city. “I can do it.” “I can do it.” That sentence played on repeat
A short story – The community pool glowed faintly in the morning hush. Steam curled over the surface. The lane ropes were coiled like resting snakes on the deck. The bleachers stood empty under the pale sky. Chris knelt beside the edge. The water lapped gently as he dropped one rope in, letting it unspool
