Shortreads hikaye

[ set in early 2000s ] Where Rasika flees her own wedding, and hides out in a tiny coastal village to teach seven local kids. Just when she thought things couldn't get any stranger, she finds an old notebook left behind by the teacher who was there before her.

There's that one person. Talking. And talking. Glancing at you every few seconds like you're supposed to add something. And all you want to do is scream "PLEASE. STOP. TALKING‼️" You can't say that. So what do you do? You find an exit. A smooth one. Something that gets you out without starting World War III. That's why this book exists. I've lived every one of these moments including the time i actually wanted to say "I'm sure whatever i have to say can wait till you're smarter" and didn't. (I still think about it. I probably always will.) Inside: escape lines for every disaster. The bestie who never stops talking. The date so boring i saw a tumbleweed. The five words that ruin every family gathering: "why are you still single?" The man who introduced me to his watch before he asked my name. Even the zombie apocalypse. If you've ever needed to disappear mid-conversation, there's a line here for you. Drop yours in the comments - your "I wish I'd said that" moments are basically my favorite thing to read. Let's build a whole tribe of people who always have an exit ready. Quick housekeeping: everything here is mine, if you spot a copycat, send them my way. And if you catch a typo, tell me nicely. Even escape artists miss things sometimes. Thanks for joining the escape plan. Let's make every awkward moment survivable. 🤗🧡

Poems to a Lover. " Say to me, That my love is the truth, And your doors are open to me. Bliss that has no words to define. Dreams that leave no darkness to hind sight."

When it is too hard to take even a single step, facing the day feels tough, keeping you awake at night. When you don't know whom to turn to, trying to become your own strength... This book is for everyone out there struggling to stay sane. This collection is a narrative journey through hardships and hopelessness towards self love, faith, hope and inner strength. It is for anyone who has ever felt stranded in the wreckage of broken trust, waiting for a helping hand that never comes. It is an honest look at the silent, invisible battles we fight with our own past failures and the difficult choice to stand up and keep walking anyway. Copyright © 2026 by STARRYNIGHTSINK. All rights reserved.

Silence in a short read

Random Sindhanais ennoda raw, unfiltered thoughts, late-night musings, and everyday observations-oda motha muttai. Childhood memories-oda bittersweet nostalgia-la irundhu, adulting panra thallatam, society, love, and life-oda beautiful chaos-a paathna random rants varaiku-idhu eppovume nonstop-a yosikra mind-galkana oru safe space. Sila chapters unga sirippu muttum, sila chapters unga deep-a pause panni yosika vaikum, innosila chapters ungaluku romba down ah irukrappo oru positive feel tharum. Kandipa idula edachum oru chapter ungaluku relatable ah irukum. Just give a try.

Every month, the Australian Writers' Centre releases a challenge: write a complete story in just 500 words, inspired by a unique set of prompts. Half a Thousand Words is my collection of those stories - written in quick bursts of inspiration, constraint, and caffeine. Each piece began as a race against the clock but became something more: a glimpse into people caught mid-moment, emotions that flicker and fade, and the strange beauty of saying everything with almost nothing. These are the stories that surprised me, stayed with me, and proved that even in half a thousand words, a world can unfold.

Some ships, some scenarios, just a bunch of chaos (my first time writing on here so please be patient while I figure it out)

Just short stories and one shots

Read some of my personal entries about life. Every entry comes with a featured song I recommend while reading my entries. This small space will reveal my most raw emotions about random things I can't express verbally to my family and friends. May this be a comfort space for you too. Enjoy!

Mystery & Thriller

This is just a small story, a clipping to a much larger story. This is just brushing the edges of her thoughts and feelings, wading on the outside to see how much more beauty is settled beneath the surface of her mind. A little girl a spoke honestly about what she saw and felt throughout her formidable years. This little girl has an idea of who she is, and it is someone like this...

Is the infamous Woody and Bo Peeps relationship a lie? In this Ai generated story we explore the relationship of Bo peep and buzz

Anime and Genshin headcanons that I wrote into short reads

im sad once more and it's getting bad again

Short Horror stories

The village learned to tell the kind of day it would be by which way her bicycle turned at the chapel. Wartime. Every morning the telegram girl rides down the Bryn road, and the whole street reads the front wheel instead of her face - because whichever lane she turns into is the one that will have its curtains shut by noon. A story about who carries the worst news, and what it costs the carrier. A short literary story.

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.

You can. It's your choice.

A collection of short stories about personifications of our deepest and most sacred human feelings. Read, vote, comment and enjoy.