Cheating exes are a bit like Google. Useful until they annoy you with their constant tracking your location. No, my ex isn't a stalker. He's just...

Dakota was a part time pilot but later became a full time bodyguard. today was a normally day, the sun was out and the sky was blue. though his normal day was about to change when he saw a abandoned lake house...

Life being glass shards. The story written by you. Look in your mirror.

Era quase meio-dia. Pedro, estudante da Unicamp, não aguentava mais esperar pelo almoço. Sua

Ariana had only one hope for getting anything done for the day. And that was the magic pill she had awaiting her on her desk.

“Are you going to hurt me?” Charli peeped, cowering behind the shelf. She eyed the tall man, noting how his features seemed to sharpen as he lifted his hat to meet her gaze. She wondered if she should start running, though her thoughts were interrupted by the man’s response.

The Bronx office was chaos. It was the last night of the month. One third of the staff was out with the new rat flu variant. There were rolling brownouts all over the borough. There was a triceratops loose on Tremont Boulevard.

Sometimes in life you’re overwhelmed by choices, to the point of paralysis. Right now, you find yourself in the opposite situation. There is only one choice. It won’t be fun, but it’s the only thing you can do. You’ve wracked your brain and don’t see another option.

She’d never seen or heard of this drink before, but the moment she saw it, she had to try it. It had thin slices of banana, espresso, foamed milk, a mix of spices. The rim of the glass was coated with thick crystals of raw sugar. It was glorious!

The night I set fire to Mr. Wallace’s barn, there was no moon at all…

He only liked wearing socks when they were full of holes.

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I was a man who had written many stories, but had not a single finished story. A fault that brought me down more than I’d like to admit.

Ivy was just your average teenager who just couldn’t catch a break. She wanted to become this outgoing girl but she was too shy until she met (YC.) which caused her to become more than out going. “God I just want to be noticed by someone.” She spoke softly to no one in particular

Real love is flying a box of Costco croissants halfway across the country for someone.

She kept her 3 favorite things lined up on the shelf above her bed - but as she looked at them now, she realized one was missing.

The cliff rose up, forbidding and brutal, and it was as if it had been waiting for me.

He was a man of many words - except for this time.

The fastest way to become ostracized by society is to care about other people. Case in point--I wear a respirator everywhere I go because in spite of everyone's massive denial, a pandemic is still happening, and people are continuing to get sick & disabled. Now everyone avoids me

I’d never felt so embarrassed in my life. I knew I should’ve lied.

I was going to change the world. My whole life I've felt like a powerless cog in this mess that passes as society. But all that changed the day I was visited by an demon. He offered me one wish, in exchange for my soul. I knew what I wanted. The power to turn water to ketchup.

Lucy’s family lived by one rule. NEVER STOP BEING HAPPY.

Just as the watermelon was about to grab her, Alessandra raised her axe and swung. With a definitive crack, the watermelon split in two. The pieces quivered on the stone floor, then stilled. Unfortunately, she didn’t notice the avocados, who had

“I suspected this,” muttered he, gripping the steering wheel, his knuckles whitening and his mind becoming more troubled with each passing moment of this infuriating scenery.

I got up, dazed and confused. I looked around. I saw an angel to the left, and a cloud on the ground. I was sitting on a golden throne. "Who am I?" I asked the angel. The angel panicked. "What--what do you mean, my Lord?" "I don't know who I am." The angel gulped. "You are God."

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The whole family gathered around the fire for our seasonal burning of dried cornstalk. While my brothers and sisters were captivated by the swirling glow, my eyes were captured by the sky. Beyond the field of golden rye, a buzzard circled the pasture.

Once upon a time, there lived a wizard called Brian. Brian liked to practice magic and invent new spells to test on his passionless wife, Kathleen. One spring day, he had his greatest idea yet, a love spell.

They say that hell is other people, which turns out to be literal given the number of people I see below. You can’t see the ground in this valley of Hell because of all the people in it. I sigh and begin hiking down the slope.

All the Maynards were home for the holidays. Four generations and not a spare room in the house. While everyone settled in, Abraham, the patriarch, was in the kitchen making his famous dish: Driftwood Delight.