Weeklywritingcontest Stories

Prompt 2: A thin layer of frost covered all surfaces as my eyes could see. It was June, which meant this was the beginning of the first winter in a thousand years. (week...

"Remember. I'm going under for three minutes. If nothing happens by that time, pull me up." I instruct him. Zhǐdǎo nods, keeping a close grip on the rest of th...

A short story about a lonely soul whose heart wanders in the wilderness.

A biweekly writing contest welcome to stories and people from all walks of the earth. You can write about anything, be as explicit, or implicit as you like so long as it...