Open-ended Stories

A short story. That's all to it. It's about a girl. It's not long at all so you have been warned. If you want me to add more, than leave a comment. Otherwise this will be it.

Welcome to the mind of a quiet individual as he tries to remain strong from all of the bullying he receives. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• "I hear whispers, I hear cackling laughter accompanied with words that hurt, the reason of my pain. Poor, disgusting, pathetic, foolish, waste of space." ♠ I have yet to think of a proper story description for this poem tho so uhh while I've yet to have a good one I suppose that'll have to do 😂😅 Anyway, this work is originally mine even though there may be a few poetry works out there or stories out there that may have similar stuff as this one. The whole reason why I wrote this was for a school activity which requires tackling some issues that are happening everywhere and immediately thought of this social issue. It just so happens also that there's quite a number of people who had read it and had wanted me to publish it somewhere or share it for other people to read and well, here it is now😅 Ps. This is the second work of mine that I've ever published. So I really hope that you guys would like it. Thank you so much for stopping by!! - Ravenbluue

Andy, I'm sorry, I had to leave. Chris

It's that sound, it haunts me. Those tip tapping feet. They look but never seek. If only I could see you. But you were always me.

"When there is no more room in hell, the dead will walk on earth." -Dawn of the Dead They're back. They've found us. "Today, the others returned. I know that sounds like it wouldn't be a big deal. Like the rest of the family went out for lunch while you stayed home. Like your parents went out on a far-away vacation and you were left behind. Like everyone left for hide and seek but you didn't know they were playing and they finally came out to see what was taking you so long.- I could see the anger, seeping through their tone in the letter you found tape to your front door. The disappointment, weighing each letter and word down making it almost too heavy to even hold. The cruel joyousness at finally being able to find their prey after such a long hunt. The giddiness at showing you, you can never escape them. That the past will always be right behind you and I, alike, watching and waiting to make their move."

This is a collection of short, one-paragraph, and sometimes open-ended horror stories

I've decided to write a short story.

(An OPEN-ENDED Story) There was this 30yr. old famous cameraman who was living his perfect life with his daughter and wife. And who will thought that his dark past will take revenge...

This is a collection of open-ended short stories. It's not your typically love stories. "Emotions starts as droplets until it floods the dam full."

Take that step, while you still can. Mini stories of horror and mystery, with open endings to ignite your imagination.

Here you can find all the poems I write in English. Personally, I prefer English because it allows me to express myself in a more rhythmic way, something which I don't usually associate with my mother tongue. Anyways, the poems I wrote here are a collection of what I've been writing in the past few years. Some of them try to make a certain point (something common for my earlier poems), some of them are more self-reflective (the most common type you'll find here) while some are just philosophical and consider various aspects of contemporary life which I sometimes ponder upon. Thank you for reading if you do. I know that most of them are hard to decipher so I'm more than happy to provide context for each poem. So, I prefer that you read them first, or second if you'd like to compare first and second reading. That's up to you. I tried to leave them open for interpretation as I didn't want to lead them down a linear path of understanding them, if you get me. In any case, enjoy reading and if you want to ask any questions about them, feel free to ask me in the Discussion tab! :)

This story throws us right into the middle of an action, where all the villagers are trying to get to the top of the hill to save themselves from the raging waters of the ocean. Margaret and Joss, the two orphans, also follow suit. It is then that Margaret realizes that her mother's diary has slipped off her haversack and she must bring it back. But as she goes down to bring it, she notices a whirlpool of water trying to get her into a death grip. Will she survive, or will she die? Read this enthralling short story to see what happens to her.

A story that makes you wonder, no names. No vision. No continuation. Just you, this story and your thoughts. It ends exactly how you think it does.

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A collection of short stories or narratives from diverse themes. My hope is that every time you one, you learn something new or come to a new understanding of something you might have already known. I write for fun in my free time but I welcome any suggestions for how I can improve my writing or any requests for a theme. May you be well. Sincerely, The Author

A collection of prompts and plot lines for stumped creators. Ranging in complexity and intensity, these can be used as anything from jumping-off points to story outlines. Essentially an assortment of ideas for writers, artists and creators who need a little help getting started. Ratings vary with each prompt and the viewer is welcome to use and change any of these to suit their needs.

The world is undergoing a catastrophic outbreak of ncovid19 with no cure in sight. Deepak and Nandini, both professionals battling with their own conflicts, struggle to explain life in the "new normal" to their little daughter Titli. How do they do so?