A Short Story – Brian, a student known for being shy and not very good at socializing, sat in the back of the classroom.His eyes wandered out the school window, where he could see his classmates arriving through the school gate on a bright morning. “Good morning, Brian,” greeted Eric, the friend who sat next […]
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 – Every morning at 8:12 am, the man sat on the same wooden bench near the duck pond in Willow Park. He wore a gray overcoat and held a worn leather satchel on his lap. His name was Edward Hale, and he had been waiting there for 163 days. Rain. Sun. Wind.
A short story – The air in the luxury car showroom smelled like polished leather and ambition. The marble floors gleamed, catching the reflections of chrome grilles and high-heeled shoes. Salesmen in slick suits prowled the floor like panthers in cologne, eyes always scanning for wealth stitched into suits or heels. Chris stood near the
A short story – The room was quiet, except for the low hum of the ceiling light—an endless buzz that felt like it was stitched into the silence. The man sat alone, elbows resting on the edge of a steel table, his fingers interlocked, not out of prayer, but out of habit. His name was
A short story – The door creaked open with a sound that felt like a sigh.Elliot hadn’t stepped into his mother’s house in over four years.He paused at the threshold, staring into the quiet that met him like an old friend wearing grief. The living room still smelled of cinnamon and old paper.The curtains were
A short story – Camille Vierre didn’t walk into rooms—she conquered them.She was a self-made tycoon at 35, with blood red lipstick, heels like daggers, and a heart lined with platinum. To her, kindness was weakness. Patience was for the poor. She didn’t smile—she approved. Waiters? Nameless.Drivers? Invisible.Janitors? Ghosts.Assistants? Disposable. She had once fired a
A short story – They buried Daniel on a Tuesday. It rained, of course. Not the dramatic thunderstorm kind—just a gentle, persistent drizzle that soaked through coats and skin and settled in bones. The sky had the color of wet cement, and the air smelled like old leaves and wet grass. It was the kind
