Shortys2025 Stories

A powerful reflection on the strength found in silence. This poem challenges the belief that silence is weakness, revealing instead that it is resilience, survival, and a voice of its own. For those who have ever been misunderstood in their quiet, these words speak the truth only silence can hold. ©All rights reserved.

🌊The Shortys 2025 Shortlist🌊 A short story, my entry for the Shortys 2025, followed by a few poems for the same contest. The short story is inspired by the Flannan Isles lighthouse mystery. The poems are all lighthouse themed.

A collection of short stories and Flashfiction for various tags and challenges - for Aim 2 Engage, Challenge Corner etc Includes Horror, Historical, Humour, and Contemporary shorts

"I'll be damned if I ever apologize for it being me instead of anyone else. You think you deserve better? Too bad. You belong to me, Sasha. I'll chain you to me if I have to, and anyone who so much as looks at you like they could take you away ... I'll tear them apart until there's nothing left." Sasha is the definition of sweet and sheltered, a quiet university girl who'd rather get lost in her books than in trouble. Her best friend? The exact opposite: tattoos, bar fights, whispered rumours. He's been her protector for as long as she can remember, even if danger seems to follow him everywhere. But when Sasha's parents arrange a marriage to a man she's never met, she's thrown into a world she doesn't understand and won't know who is waiting at the altar until it's too late to turn back. #WITWContest 2025 #Shortys2025

Collection of poems for the Shortys hosted by @ShortStory and @Poetry © purringpages | 2025 | Wattpad

A female Asian Norwegian fox, Valentin Phan, or Valen, in short, was hanging with a Asian drama idol from Orena, Kool Sang, during Valentin's holiday in his homeland, Yamanan. Shortly after Valentin headed back to Norway, Kool Sang and Valentin were invited to Yan Keng Academy. But Valentin had to stay in Norway. So, Kool Sang is sending messages about his academy stories to Valentin. One day, Valentin met a Swedish cowboy dog, Minko

It all began with, "I, Kaedon Baylor Langston, take you, Angel Laine North, to be my wedded wife." That was when your life slowly began to turn upside down. Three times you found out what he did, and three times he said he was sorry. Can you keep forgiving him? Will he continue to do things behind your back? WORD COUNT: 4325 Short Story entry for The Shortys 2025 xreader fiction romance Cover, Title, and story by LAJoyner NOTE: If you are reading this story on any platform other than Wattpad, you are very likely to be at risk of a malware attack. If you wish to read this story in its original form, please go to @LAJoyner on Wattpad. Protect yourself and enjoy reading the original story. Thank you =D

You are at The Singularity of your space-time. Don't you feel it? As you get reduced down to infinity. You are now no more than One singular thought. -s i n g u l a r i t y- SINGULARITY is the third poetry collection by Sarah (Subhanki), curated out of confusion of a teenage mind. The collection comes out to be visceral, ingenious and visually incongruous - it was never meant to be of perfect rhyme or structure. The author makes sure you question your existence every time you complete the collection. Happy reading!

(1/2) A hidden Wonderland calls every night at 11 p.m. - beautiful, dangerous, and stained with secrets. Step inside, and you may never come back the same. 🌑🕰️

What if you were lied to? What if the story you believed was wrong? What if the queen wasn't evil-just misunderstood? Step into the shadows of the fairy tale you thought you knew. Discover what really happened. A retelling of Snow White and the Seven Dwarves. #Shortys2025 © Ana_Miga, 2025. All rights reserved.

A collection of short stories by yours truly. 🩷 © All rights reserved.

A confession of unrequited love turned into song - verses of truth, loss, and the pain of never being seen the same way. 🎵

"A genie presents you with two options to live your new life or live a lie. You choose the lie." Written for The Shortys 2025 hosted by @ShortStory All Rights Reserved © AJ Byers

If you dive inside me you'll live through love, heartbreak, family drama among other themes in these short stories I have put up for you. ©N.N 2020

Arriving at Russell Flynn's wedding reception isn't supposed to be in Connie Brannon's cards much like carrying more than his bride's fur coat isn't supposed to be either. A 1960s SHORT STORY & A SHORTYS ENTRY.

This is just a collection of whatever hits me, whenever it does. Could be poetry. Could be short notes. Could be... something I'll regret later. They're not planned, not polished-just whatever spilled out when my brain said, "Write this down before you forget... or before it embarrasses you." Some are two lines. Some might change later. Some might never make sense. (But hey, neither do I most days.) These are a lot more on the brighter side hopefully .. even I don't know but yeah. Last one was from my notes and these are from texts .. (sms, DMs, X posts etc.)

About a life with a mean annoying teacher.

There's something about the smell of rain - that soft, earthy whisper just before the clouds burst. Poets call it petrichor, an elegant name for a fleeting memory: the earth exhaling in a moment you can never quite hold. It's always fleeting. Rain comes, rain goes, and the scent lingers only a heartbeat before fading. That's life, isn't it? Fleeting. Here. Gone. Lovely and cruel in the same breath. This book is my attempt to bottle that scent - moments that mean nothing and everything all at once. Not grand stories where heroes save kingdoms, but the way your heartbeat slows under a tin roof, streetlights turn to halos in the fog, or a memory of someone you loved returns with a passing scent. The stories are stitched together like raindrops on a window - separate, yet connected by the way they fall. They're about people, places, and memories that drift into view during a storm and vanish when the sun breaks through. You'll meet strangers, lovers, ghosts, and perhaps even yourself between these lines. You'll walk down wet streets, feel the cold seep into your shoes, and taste tea too hot from impatience. Rain follows you, not in gloom, but like a quiet friend who knows when to pause. Sometimes there's heartbreak, because rain draws it out. But sometimes, joy: dancing in empty car parks, laughing under a rebellious umbrella, standing soaked and alive. The phrase Afterrain came to me one morning when I opened my kitchen window. The scent rose from the wet garden and hit me like a memory I couldn't name. Many things in my life have felt like that - sharp, vivid, unforgettable, and then gone. Not just rain. People. Moments. Feelings. If this book were a perfume, you'd stumble upon it - in the rain, in the street, in a pause between breaths. My job is to help you notice it, and maybe see the beauty in how it slips away.

This is a poem originally intended for the Shortys2025, but I expanded to fit the message of the journey of the poem. It's about a struggle with my Christianity and a temptation. I hope this brings comfort to those who read it.

1936 Chicago. Mark Wilson takes over his father's crime empire upon his death. The only problem is if he wants to keep it, according to his father's will, he must share it with his half-brother. His incompetent half-brother, that is. #Shortys2025 Original Title: The Clueless Criminal #Shortys2025 Status: I lost the Shortys but if this description piques your interest, feel free to read this short story full of insanity.