Shortread Stories

In the warm water, everything drifted away for a moment: the past, the silence, the doubt. Until Kit said something that changed us both. He had always been my safe haven. Until he asked if I would be his first kiss. And I didn't say no right away. A story about friendship, trust, and the space where even a gay boy and his best friend can share a kiss - without it having to change who he is.

A Collection of daily short thoughts to inspire your day

in which ragav asks meghna to pose as his girlfriend for a few months in yet another reckless scheme of his.

This is NOT a happy ending story. This is NOT a "fighting the illness" story. This WILL destroy you emotionally. Milk is dying. She has days left, not months. And she's made a choice: give Love one last perfect memory instead of a long, painful goodbye. A weekend outdoors. A meteor shower. One final kiss under a falling sky. And a letter that explains everything-after it's too late. This is a story about loving someone enough to let them remember you at your best, even if it means carrying the weight of goodbye alone.

These are the short passages of explanations that I could never say in person- little pieces of apologies that would tell why I had no choice but to do what I did- why I had to leave the least likely way any girl would opt to do. So to the man whom I had his heart broken, this is all for you.

Element Poems is a collection of short poems inspired by the quiet and the colossal parts of nature-fire that remembers, water that listens, wind that whispers, and earth that keeps secrets. Each poem is a moment, a breath, a feeling pulled from the world around us. Some are gentle, some are wild, but all are rooted in the magic of nature and the emotions it awakens.

So the title says it all really, a collection of short stories that I have written over the last few years which I have decided to put together into this piece

Some feelings don't follow logic - they follow desire. Dream-a-logical lives in that space where emotion takes over.

The story follows Calico, a child living with her mother and brother Regis on the isolated Fykes Isle, where the sun never sets and fear of mysterious beings called "Bollawaks" shapes their lives. Their mother teaches strict rules about survival, kindness, silence, and the dangers of darkness, insisting the Bollawaks are monstrous tree-like demons. As Calico and Regis gather food, unsettling details emerge: food sources behave strangely, the rules don't always work, and Regis suddenly disappears. Calico slowly uncovers the truth when she encounters a "Bollawak" named Horus, who reveals that the creatures are actually people, and that Calico's mother-driven mad after bandits killed her husband-has been murdering visitors and manipulating her children through lies and fear. The berries, fishing rituals, and "toasts" are revealed as methods of poisoning and killing humans, including Regis himself, whom Calico unknowingly helps capture and bring home. When Calico witnesses the horrifying proof of her brother's death, she realizes her mother is the real monster. As an eclipse begins, Calico escapes by boat with Horus, while her mother tries to lure her back with false promises of family and safety. In the final twist, Calico understands that Fykes Isle itself is the true "Land of the Bollawaks"-not a place of demons, but a place where lies turned a human into one.

Truthfully, I can't come up with an overview that doesn't give the story away. I'll figure that out later. It's a short read so I hope you enjoy it. This is one of the stories apart of my series "Kinda Short Stories Volume 1"

A young lady starts receiving mail addressed to another person. A steady descent into madness ensues. I wrote this story to later use as a monologue for a stop motion, which explains why it is short and there aren't many visual markers, since they will be shown through props. Please feel free to review and criticise!

Short horror story of a man running from his demons.. literally

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In the neon-drenched streets of a city that never sleeps, Demi and Quentin are bound by a love that transcends time and space. The sinister forces of the Collective, a demonic sect hell-bent on proving that true love, twin flames, and soulmates are mere illusions, will stop at nothing to tear them apart. After a tragic car accident, Demi awakens in a liminal realm, grappling with the haunting reality of their love and the harsh indifference of a world that seems to have forgotten them. In her quest to reunite with Quentin and defy fate itself, she must challenge the darkness that seeks to extinguish their light, but time is running out.

This is a poem that represents our love of the past and how we miss its familiarity, but it is also an ode to the overwhelming sense of conformity we feel to what is new and innovative. Because new, isn't always better, and it doesn't always make you happier. Sometimes the oldest things, are timeless. Please enjoy this poem, and tell me anything that it brings to mind. Stories are my life, and I want to hear as many of them as I can and share them with anyone who will listen. Thank you, Persona Story Teller,

He wasn't meant to find it. Now he has to deal with what he's found. Boredom and teenage curiosity come into play during a boy's holiday. Weekend write in for prompts: Discover, Music, Travel, Right and Tourist

I hope that one day when you eventually see this, you find in it all that you will ever be needing! the truth is that we all need that certainty that everyone else is just simply human like us and that they all have issues that may be binding them from developing so lets just stop judging others because they sin differently from us!

❝stop sucking on that fucking lollipop.❞ ⌲ completed (2017) ⇲ short chapters + fluff / angst (kind of) ⇲ highest rank: #7 taehyung [05.23.18]

Some poems to read on the go.