Shortread Stories

She had been carrying the boulder for so long... she no longer remembered when it was first placed upon her shoulders. She carries it every day. The weight. The silence. The past. Lourdes was chosen to help... but no one told her how. When she's sent to guide an elderly woman burdened by an invisible boulder, Lourdes believes the answer is simple-give her strength, or take the weight away. But some burdens don't work like that. As Lourdes steps deeper into the woman's past, she begins to uncover something far more powerful than pain... A moment. A memory. A beginning. And the truth that some things were never meant to be carried forever. ✨ A story about healing, faith, and finding where it all began. ✨ For anyone who has ever felt weighed down by life.

What happens when logic quietly leaves the room... and nonsense takes over? In The Book of Utter Nonsense, nothing behaves as it should. Alarm clocks declare war, socks enter politics, teapots dream of space travel, and bananas face their greatest fears. Each poem dives into a world where the absurd is perfectly normal-and the normal is nowhere to be found. This is a collection of playful, surreal, and thoroughly unreasonable poems that don't attempt to make sense... and are much better for it. If you enjoy humour, chaos, and the occasional philosophical goose, you're in the right place. Read at your own risk. Things may stop making sense.

A Collection of Dark Ethereal Poetry. Perfect for readers who love wild, impactful poetry with an unmistakable sensuality. Lines to underline, share, and return to again and again. Join the devotional, sensual journey of Women Are Weapons And Flowers. Four inner seasons - Nocturne, Inferno, Beam, Surrender - trace the rise of a woman learning to wield her fire and tenderness. Each micro-prose and poem piece stands alone, yet together they map a life in motion: mystery opening in the night, desire that burns and teaches, joy that steadies, and quiet surrender that heals.

Auckland, 1958. She survives by the hour, and writes throughout the night. Told through intimate diary entries, By the Hour is a haunting short read about a woman living on the edge of respectability, recording a life the city would rather turn a blind eye to. Raw, lyrical, and deeply human, it is a story of survival, loneliness, and flickering hope in a world where the night feels endless, even when its daytime.

I write to let go of heavy thoughts, to lighten my heart, because life is short and writing helps me feel free. There is no connection to each story just my overwhelming emotions at time or past experiences

A Collection of daily short thoughts to inspire your day

An undercover patient in a hospital cubicle explores and evaluates the "cure" for eating disorders Ana and Mia. An experience based off a short story, and an article.

Hii! This is basically a jumble of my writtings ive done. Im transfering my writting from my orginal account k to here so spair me. Have fun with the grammatical and spelling errors. ENJOY ( Trigger warnings: Some NSFW shit, Truama, Sh, All bad things! Its soukoku what did you expect...?)

Just random quotes by random people📕

Haha I don't own none of these stories

A collection of poems that reflect my thoughts and emotions over the last few years. As I have experienced a lot of loss, heartbreak, and turmoil, poetry has been my outlet. I hope that through my poems you feel seen.

"Mist" that's what she was known by, only one person alive knew her real name; Fernando Valentin, he raised her, trained her, made her who she is, one of the best agents at Terrinstyl. Terrinstyl is an black ops covert operation under the government of America but to the world it was just a clothing start-up company. Mist made a name for herself and worked her way up to the top, with a heart as ruthless as hell she was the perfect agent to go undercover. She'd never had a problem with it until her most recent mission. "They say love in this business will get you killed, but that's because they're too stupid to know how to use it. If you know the value of love, it's just the key to get you to the top," he whispered in my ear. I felt the hairs on my neck rise, my heart rate quickened and I was nervous. Wait nervous, that can't be right. "Nervous tesoro?" He chuckled in my ear and backed up away from me. "Get to bed, we have an early flight." He said it so casually and started towards the door.

War is as beautiful as it is ugly. Words however, are the only item powerful enough to bring life to grotesque death.

The world of the Gods of Mt. Olympus was ever changing, and one man was just the man created for the job. Eventually, though, he turns his back on the Gods--one in particular--and influences our lives as humans in a way we barely know! A short Creation Myth, which was written for a class. Please do consider reading, and enjoy!

An series of poems on the views and experiences of ones life...so far

A new house... A new story... A new friend what goes down in it is so scary you couldn't possibly handle it

(unending thoughts.)

Rose has gone through the abuse of her mother and father. But can she take the abuse from everyone else including herself? Ashen was her brother, best friend, saver. But how does she move on with out him? He helped Rose out with everything, but now she doesn't have that shoulder to lean on and that alone is making her go insane. Maybe running away will help, or will it make things worse? Will it be Easy? Or Hell?

I just thought since I make enough poems in my head, I should put them down somewhere. Some are short, some are long. Please enjoy.

what would you say if you knew no one was going to read it