Shorties Stories

Eine Ansammlung von Kurzgeschichten, mal mit bestimmten Persönlichkeiten, mal mit OC's. Wer bestimmte Wünsche hat, kann mir die gerne mitteilen, ich versuche sie dann umzusetzen :)

I fell. I lost. I recovered.

Effie's world is a wreath; the garden setting the stage for her life.

Just a bunch of random words mashed together. I write what comes to mind. Anything under the sun.

I wrote this at a time when I missed my childhood the most and now that I'm a grown man, how I wish I could revert back time for relive that childhood memories and just be carefree without any insecurities.

[Note: This is a poorly written story with plot holes, grammatical and typographical errors.] Her name is Saigusa Kirino. A girl who is very addicted to games, quite competitive, a crybaby and most of all HIS PLAYMATE. Everything was perfect, but what did go wrong?

So, here's some shorties that popped into my head. I say short, and I mean it... They're hopefully a few pages xD But yeah :DDD Enjoy if you read.

it's all about very oblivious fairy tale

Just a kid, walking at the beach. A rhyming story I made, with no beats. No stanzas no syllables no rules. Just a story, that rhymes, no clues. Keep it easy, and just go along. I assure you, this wont be long. I got bored hence the story made. So, I hope you enjoy this cupcake!

This is an emotional tale I made recently when I was away from home and missing my family so badly. It is the story of my life and I am connected to it very dearly.

Someone gives a word and I have to write a short story about it. The given word may not always inspire you, that's why it's a challenge. Please forgive the typos and possibly broken English, I'm not a native speaker. Hope you enjoy ! 🌸

the days went by and it only rained.

Shorties are letters and words that came together to form a chapter! Some are deep and some are shallow but I can guarantee you that they are all worth reading. And Don't forget that my shorties are waiting for the stars "Votes" ;) First published on 11th of February 2015 All rights reserved Ola Adel

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A collection of short stories written during my English class.

I was late for class. Like always. I sighed, and kept fast walking towards my class. I can't run because there's teachers around me, and they all have hawk eye view. They'll stop me and I'll be even more late to class. As I was continuing my fast walk, I accidentally crashed into some unknown shorty that seemed to be also in a rush too.

A short detail last night.

#111 in poetry#Poetry happens, when your mind stops working, and for a moment all you do, is feel. Poetry is a language at its most distilled and most powerful. Poetry is to prose, as is dancing to walking. Breathe in the experience and breathe out the poetry. Painting is a silent poetry and poetry is a talkative painting. The crown of literature is poetry............ DIG IN AND READ TO FIND THAT THIS IS INDEED TRUE