Shortstor Stories

I'm his girlfriend. And he is my boyfriend. But he always tell me story about his girl friend. Precisely his girl 'best' friend. And now he want us to meet? Me the girlfriend and his girl 'best' friend? Things won't go wrong right? But what if my fear come true? His girl 'best' friend is not only his girl 'best' friend? Can a woman and man just stay as friend? +++ I made this story in two setting - modern and historical setting. Why? Just because... no reason. Hahaha. But I hope, either way, you will love it.

This Story inspired from the Malayalam movie "Om Shanti oshana"

Wie ist es, als queerer junger Mann in die Kleinstadt zurückzukehren, während COVID-19 grassiert? Mattis entdeckt sich und das Dating neu und tritt dabei in große Fußstapfen.

would you still love someone, even though he's Blind?

Annoyed by the constant pestering from best friend Stella about dating, Poppy accidentally gives the impression she's dating Jasper Walker instead of setting the record straight she enlists his help. ‣ Poppy Conway is a shy bookworm in her final year of high school, she has never even been in a proper relationship let alone had her first kiss. ‣ Jasper Walker is an obnoxious jock that just so happens to be in her gym class, up until recently he was in a relationship.

Axel Rothwell: American Billionaire who uses his company as a front for the Mob. He is depressed, alone, but incredibly powerful. With the world at his feet he is the master of his fate. One day he decides to stroll through Central Park. Chanel Bloom: Everyday woman working towards her dream of owning a bakery. She is confident, lonely, but incredibly hopeful. She has mountains to climb to find her purpose. On a day like any other, she walks to work but stumbles upon someone new. The next day, Axel ponders on his own psyche.

This book is a place for me to put short stories, spinoffs/side stories, one-shots (also known as standalones) and writing experiments - among other things. Stories here were not meant to be fully fleshed out -- they may or may not be connected to my other stories. They are not finished, and may never be finished.

Emma always dreamed of being a writer, but when she deletes her latest mystery novel-thinking it's not good enough-her story refuses to stay buried.

Finding beauty in the little things is the key to happiness, at least that's what she said anyway.

Day 28 of Writober 2025 Word: quantum

This is a short story

can you teach me what it feels like to be loved like an actual person?

Sometimes in life, all you want to do is stay alone, stick to yourself and drown in your thoughts. You feel like talking to no one and being besides yourself! It happens to be one such night for Rihaan Khanna. He's Rihaan, The Rockstar for the world, but on the inside, he's a broken man with a broken past. He is passionate and dedicated to his music, but the glamour of the industry doesn't fascinate him. He likes to keep his personal life under wraps and doesn't have too many friends. So, one such night, as he runs away from the crowd to spend some time alone, he bumps into someone unexpected. He hates her guts initially. However, as the night progresses, he learns a bit more about her with every other incident. It's a night that changes his view, his opinions about life! All it takes for his life to take a turn upside down,again, is An Encounter!

A Narrative Poem I wrote based on how we easily get judged by people based on our physical looks. ps. I've decided to change my pen name as I've realized there were some people who might have the same last name as I do. from Nikki Marquez I'll be changing it to N.M Marquez God bless!

Sunday: Imagine a world where the sun burns at over 2000'c every Sunday.

"One story a day" "One-Page Tales" (Ichimai-Banashi) is a live storytelling performance where I draw a picture on a single sheet and, together with the audience, create an improvised story.
As different people add their imagination, the tale escapes anyone's control and unfolds into a strange, unpredictable world. Be careful: reading too seriously may cause a headache. Since 2011, I've performed this across Japan, creating hundreds of tales with thousands of participants. Illustrations by TAMAYA ✨ Want to see more? * Learn about the performance 👉 yusatoweb.com/ichimaibanashi * See the illustrations and stories on Instagram 👉 @ohanashi_ichimaibanashi

Is this the real life, or is this just a nightmare?

When Miss Bustier's class decides to do the iconic Secret Santa gift swap Adrien pulls the name of a very special person. He struggles to find a gift in time as he's been very busy during the month. In Adrien's eyes, his secret Santa gift is for the sweetest, loveliest, precious, and perfect person he knows. He must get just the right gift. A one-of-a-kind girl needs a one-of-a-kind gift. Unfortunately, it isn't long before our heroes Ladybug and Chat Noir have to rise from the moonlight of Paris to save their beloved city from yet another victim of Shadowmoth. Follow along this classic Christmas story to find out if Adrien can find the perfect gift and if Paris can have another peaceful winter night. **Disclaimer** The plot of this short story uses information from season 1 through the first half of season 4. This story is meant to be for fun so if there are any plot holes here related to the cannon releases please take them with a grain of salt. I just wanted to write a Christmas-themed Miraculous story for you all. Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir and the characters of the series do not belong to me. They are creations of Thomas Astruc and Jeremy Zag. "Star In My Heart" is written by Mary E. Linton. I do not own the poem. The photos pinned to each chapter are not my own. I sourced them from Pinterest. However, the cover photo is my own and I reserve the rights to the drawing.

“Hi. This is Jade. I saw you in the window last night. I was wondering if we could talk.” Samantha watches the digital number change to the second message on the answering machine. It’s been eight days since his death. “This is Jade again. I wanted you to stop downtown and pick up my vinyl records. Melony saved them for me at the antique shop.” The red blinking light signals the third message. “Jade here. Where are you? I’m on my way. Smack. Bang. Shots echo through the phone. Sam? Heavy breathing. Silence.” Samantha bursts into tears, sirens flash in front of her house in the darkness, gun shots fire, and she rushes over to the tall Victorian window facing the street. Car 94 has a man handcuffed, the officer grabs his arms, the crowd stands by and watches from the curb. Samantha searches the sidewalk for a sign of Jade. Eight days ago she was told he didn’t survive. The same place another man smashed into his car. The phone rings. Samantha waits for the answering machine to pick up. “This is Jade. Pick me up at the hospital on Fifth Avenue. The ambulance driver took me to the wrong hospital.”