Short Story

By Javishkar Reddy There are many things in this world that look the same, no matter what city you are visiting at the time. Like the way a thin string of mozzarella cheese hangs in the air just before someone lifts a slice of pizza up to their mouth. That string is always the same, wherever you are. But her smile, at the end of that slice, that’s something completely different. It hides just behind the freshly seared crust; her teeth revealing a mischievous glimpse of who sh

By Yashna Jalan First, everyone was needing me to figure out what the jars were for, then, they wanted to investigate the plethora of...

By Yashna Jalan Sometimes you just have to move on and leave the corpses behind. That’s the logical thing to do. The smart thing to do....

By Yashna Jalan “Pa, let me make your tea.” Alan watches the girl twirl her fingers through her long blond curls. She reminds him of...

By Gaayathri Arasakumar Possible Ideas  Twisted Fairytales  Flash fiction - short stories with powerful impact The last message:  A...

By Joanne Koshy The God had no name, for they were known by many—some called them the Muse, others the Artisan, and some simply whispered...

By Calen Romig My father used to live in a tiny town in New Mexico, a few miles from the border between it and Arizona. On my visits with...

By Ror Anders dos Santos Section A  Agatha was used to the winter. However, the frost and utter coldness that  scattered through Alaska...

By Michelle Brieno Chapter 1 Distracted by battle, I almost didn’t see the arrow that aimed for my torso. It’s hard to keep an eye out on...

By Joanne Koshy I walk the earth, but no one sees me. No one remembers me. The grand prayers, cheers echoing, all of it now just a...

By Grey Kernachan When one wakes up in the morning, the very last thought they would have is whether they were going to be safe today....

By Gabriele Taylor Girl      It was the morning of my sister's wedding. I was so excited to see her happy again. She lost her last...

By Rasha Hussein Dans un instant connu de tous, survolant le temps et les espoirs, nous rencontrons un être aux rides prononcées qui n'a...

By Laurie Legault The weather had always oddly affected Harry’s mood; the sun had been a stranger for some time now, lost in the grey of...

By Skylar Nipper In my time being dead, I have learned three fundamental truths: #1-A: Life isn’t fair. #2-A: There is no limit to...

By Rida Shahariyar Julian had always known two things: knives, and attention. The knives came first. He was seven when he first learned...

By Rida Shahariyar I met him in a quiet bar off Westwood. One of those half-forgotten places that still smells like spilled beer from the...

By Rida Shahariyar The pressure sensor on my toothbrush flashes red. I ease off, wait for it to calm, but two seconds later, it’s...

By Rida Shahariyar Would it ever occur to Carrie that her last wish of being comforted by the warmth of a girl will turn true just as...

By Rida Shahariyar When we first found Dorothy, she was small. Lost, broken, and crying in a place where the wind never stopped...