Shortreads povestiri

Hello, so these are gonna be SHORT stories of my oc or if you don't know what it stands for it means Original characters, and I hope you like them I'm so sorry if they get cringy, I'm a new writer, and this is mostly to help me get better at writing, and so it's fun for me to do. I'm probably gonna do the backgrounds first of the oc or other stuff. There will be some sensitive topics (mostly angst), but I will always warn you before you read them, and not all of them will be like that. I hope you have fun reading these! Fuffy: 🪽 Angst: 🥀 Wholesome:🤍 My favorite one: ⭐️ Long: [L] 15-20 minutes Short: [Sh] 5-10 Ps: Some of them will probably have some art with it, lol.. [All art by me plus cover]

I met him at a flower shop called "Encounter." He had a film camera around his neck and no idea what he was walking into. This is the story I'm leaving behind - of the boy who photographed me before he knew my name, of balloon flowers and undeveloped film, of a love that started in the rain and learned, too soon, how to say goodbye. Some stories aren't about how long love lasts. They're about how completely it was felt. A bittersweet contemporary romance about first encounters, quiet devotion, and the courage to seize the day - even when the days are running out.

[𝑬𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉] When Kris Paige decided to spice things up by starting her spring break, breaking up with a complete stranger, she didn't expect him to respond. She definitely didn't expect him to say no. 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻: August 2025 𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻: August 2025 𝗘𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗱? 𝗥𝗲𝘂𝗽𝗹𝗼𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻: 2026 *Originally uploaded on Medium 🖤 Dedicated to Kristie (@read_between.the_wines). This short story is based on one of her Someone Write This prompts: https://www.facebook.com/share/r/1KbEt27KSq/

A Collection of daily short thoughts to inspire your day

This is not a story. There is no plot, no characters, no ending. Just thoughts. Feelings I couldn't say out loud. Maybe you'll understand. Maybe you won't. But If even one of the things I've written sounds familiar, know that you're not alone...

Hi I'm Elisabeth Sorrento but everyone calls me Liza. My world used to be close to perfect. I had everything I could desire. Until tragedy struck my family, but that is enough of the depressing history it all comes down to this moment. I had to give up something in order to avenge my father. His murder was solved and I was finally at peace. Sometimes life does not work out like you want it to and sometimes sacrifice is needed to find peace. Let me know what you think! Comment! Vote! If you spot errors feel more than welcome to reach out to me!

What would have happened if Lennie didn't die after George shot him

Contemplation

you were sent to kill a wyvern that keeps eating local livestock sheep cows chicken the pigs are often spared but still a target... the government is annoyed and the civilians are pissed so the main honcho poncho man king sends you to kill the pesky beast... will you do it? -this story takes place in some modern time but with a slight medieval twist, so theres that-

On the marble steps of power in Washington D.C., a worn penny and dollar bill engage in a conversation that cuts to the heart of American society. What does it mean to have value? Is worth determined by what's printed on your face, or something deeper? A thought-provoking dialogue about wealth, class, and the invisible lines that divide us in a world run by money.

Random one shots I've written out of boredom

It's been 4 weeks since the mysterious disappearance of Jonathan Spencer and Lukas Gravis. The boys were last seen playing near some snow piles in a parking lot. No trace of them has been found since. Will the upcoming Spring bring new clues to the boys fate?

A sentient guitar wrestles with the ultimate questions: Am I just an instrument, or am I more? Do we choose our destiny, or does destiny choose us? In this intimate dialogue between a conscious guitar and its musician, explore the fine line between free will and fate, purpose and identity. A profound conversation that will resonate with anyone who's ever wondered if they're living their true calling-or simply playing the role they were made for.

Sequel of 'why him' "he's more in love than before which scares him." - taehyung fanfic Ranked #1 shortfanfics #2 btssenarios #2 shortreads #4 boybestfriend sewendiputy | 2018

Short poem

Tulips wilt over the vase, lack of water, lack of sunshine, the dark room would smother anything alive. Mice run around in circles searching for crumbs of cheese. Crackers are broken on the floor, the television blares, and the radio displays the digital time. Lara slumps over the arm of the sofa passed out from the night before. Curlers in her, caked on make-up, and crimson smeared lips. Whiskey bottles line up on the coffee table, ashes are dumped on the floor, and the mice well they got out of her son’s cage. Clara and Hubert were Robert’s pet mice. Pink beady eyes navigate her nostrils. Lara smacks her nose, wakes up and stares right at Clara. “Oh My God. Get away from me, you dirty rodent, who let you out?” she says. “Robert! Get out here and get rid of this.” She says. Lara stands on the table with the fly swatter gripped in her hand. “You come near me you’re dead. You hear me?” Robert rushes around the room trying to capture Clara and Hubert. “I swear I didn’t let them out Mama, the tube is broken.” He says. Lara jumps off the table. “You got them critters, those things were chewing on my nose hairs.” She touches the scratch marks on her face. “See here.” She says. “Yes, Mama. If you didn’t get drunk all the time, they would have never bothered you.” He says. He holds Clara and Hubert in his hands.

Just unearthed short stories from my early twenties & Just an update for anyone following my writing. I'm currently editing the first installment of my story, Ambulate, and have started drafting Season Two. If you like my content and want to keep up with the series, please like and follow I am also on Instagram @ Conji999 And you can also find me on tiktok @ Conji999 Your support would go a long way as for now thank you so much and stay charmed

The unnamed main character has finally had enough of his younger sisters selective mutism. He decides to confront her which doesn't go the way he planned. In fact... it goes way worse.

In the shining city of Sieike, life feels safe and calm. But on a single morning, a routine bus ride turns into a nightmare. When the bus speeds dangerously across Tehya Bridge, the driver seems unresponsive, the conductor enforces strange and terrifying rules, and passengers are trapped together in growing panic. Screams, chaos, and desperate attempts to take control erupt as ordinary people confront fear, quick decisions, and the terrifying unknown. Driver of Death is a gripping, high-tension short story of a journey gone catastrophically wrong. Every second matters. Every choice could be the last. And no one knows who is truly in control.