Onepart Stories

When she meets her childhood sweetheart again after 20+ years.

"We're best friends!"

A Generation Loss AU :D

Its possible to let go of the loved one... But the love stays... ❤️ Do Vote, if you like the story. ..

Looking at the grave you wonder, could things be different? Could you do something to prevent all that?

I always thought I was fearless. I always thought I was brave enough to take on anyone who tried to hurt me. But everyone can dream, can't they? This dream turned out to be a nightmare, and it all started with a wrong turn and an abandoned building.

A collection of silly love stories of people falling in love and their journey. Stories will be desi .

Connie was perhaps the most perfect example of the word odd, her head was in the clouds, and yet she seemed to see everything on earth, and for some reason, that day she chose to poke my back and insult my racecar pencil.

IMPORTANT I wrote this about a year ago, and have never been good at story writing, let alone horror, but I decided to post a short horror story to see what you guys think. WARNING Contains: Consumption of human body parts Decapitation

i just wrote this because im bored, its not long but yk i might add a part 2. Have fun

Umm... I don't really know how to describe this short story. There no real plot I kind of just start to write. It's basically about a teenager and there thoughts as they get ready for the day and just basically what's happening in their head. So enjoy and I hope you like it 👍🏻.

this is a short story about a child who has had enough. his pillow had been with him through the hardest days, today is just a bit different.

A short story exploring what might happen to a young couple in Chicago if we were marked with our sins. On either a good or disastrous (I haven't decided yet) whim, I'm publishing this one-part short story I wrote for my Creative Writing 101 class.

Death had seen all and done all. In his thousands of years of existence, there is very little he hadn't come across. His job is tiring, exhausting, and sometimes he envies his servants who can stay home all day, and do very little work than him. It's always been like that, always will be. One day, Death goes about his usual business, and comes across a boy who dies in a terrible accident. The boy makes him remember things he should have long forgotten, and do things he shouldn't be doing at all. But he can't help it. And maybe. Just maybe. He'll be able to feel a little more human again. Maybe the memories aren't that bad, after all. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Author's note: This is my first short story. I hope you like it and enjoy reading it. Constructive criticism is welcome. Story status: Completed One-part story

After hundreds of centuries of brutal conflict, the peoples of the Earth have at last united in service of one sole God: a God of pity. He writhes in endless torment under untold miles of soil and stone, His only temporary respite in the empowerment of those who live in his image, those who live in oppression and despair. Mankind has now devoted its whole industrial might to that end, and through the alleviation of His agony, has unburdened itself from much of its own, finding itself in a world of astonishing prosperity - miles-high towers, clean - almost free - energy, and cars that regard one another as no more than gusts of wind. At long last, Utopia has been realized. This is the story of the man who doubted it.

A poem about the early morning :)

this is legit just 1 word not joking