Category: Short Stories
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“Mama Anya, can you tell us about the tower again?” The little family had just finished dinner. As was their custom, the children had run to their great-grandmother’s tent. Little Sumer leaned forward, resting his chin on his hands. Beside him, little Inanna, with wide, impatient eyes, bounced on the worn rug. “Please, Mama Anya?…
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Jerry’s flat was a testament to his suspended ambition. Bookshelves sagged under the weight of unread paperbacks. Half-drunk coffee mugs formed fossilized rings on his desk, amidst stacks of half-filled notebooks. He was a writer, or so he told himself, but the words, when they came, felt like lies. He was a master of unfinished…
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A profound, intimidating silence reigned within the halls.They held the accumulated knowledge of humanity, gleaned from every corner of the known world. Each scroll and parchment was a hushed testament to grand empires and fleeting thoughts, to monumental discoveries and intimate reflections.This was a repository of every question asked and every answer conceived up to…
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Michael was strapped into the passenger seat of a roaring race car. His fingers dug into the leather as the world outside blurred past at terrifying speeds. The driver beside him was faceless, mechanical in precision. But it was the woman in the backseat who unsettled him most. Her uniform was crisp, her presence calm—like…
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“I’m the fastest!” bleated Pipkin, the eldest of the kid goats, his tiny hooves a blur as he zipped around and over his siblings. “Quiet! I’m the strongest!” retorted Poppy, her little horns catching the sunlight as she playfully head-butted her mischievous brother. “You’re both weaklings!” chimed in Percy, the loudest of the bunch. “I…
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Maeve stepped out of the car, the gravel crunching under her heels, her heart in her mouth. She wasn’t normally late – as an art teacher at a high school, she worked by the clock. But this time, she had been fighting herself to show up. The rustic barn, adorned with fairy lights and wildflowers,…
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The city of Atheria shimmered beneath a perpetual twilight, the sky a canvas of soothing periwinkle hues. Elegant buildings, all in harmonious shades of lavender, lilac, and mauve, stretched towards the heavens, their graceful spires piercing the calming expanse. Even the sleek hovercars, whispering along the wide avenues, adhered to the aesthetic, their muted colours blending…
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Mr. Bellamy awoke with a customary sigh in his mansion of now three decades. Every morning was about the same, with 50,400 in his account each time. The numbers on his bank app glared back at him, a daily reminder of his dwindling ‘wealth.’ He ran a hand through his hair, the same sense of…
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Paradise is lost. Two guardians stand watch, as a forbidden power rises, threatening to consume all of creation.
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The quaint village of Sargasso Creek was my sanctuary for the summer, a refuge from the city’s relentless pace. Each morning, I’d wander down to the farmers’ market, my senses alight with the vibrant colours and lively chatter. But it was the two stalls at the far end, each a world unto itself, that truly…