A Three Word Short Story นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“But little by little. A touch. A kiss. An embrace. Each one shortens your remaining time. Three years will become two. Then one. Until there is nothing left.” The room felt unbearably still.

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Jordan asked. "20, 000 words," Trix replied dryly. Jordan whistled, not expecting that response. How could a slacker, sophomore with no writer experience write 20,000 words in one night. "What do have to write about," Jordan asked amused. "The retelling of a fairytale." "Which one are going to choose," Jordan asked a small smile on his face. Trix furrowed her brows in concentration. "I don't know," she said after a long gap of silence. Now more than ever, she wished that she had done that book review. She sighed frustrated.

“Just allowing momentary personality leaks.” “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” She didn’t respond. But her smile, small, real, fleeting, was all the reply he needed. Later that evening, they played a game Joy called “Quickfire Honesty.” The rules were simple: ten random questions, ten seconds to answer each. No overthinking. Just say the first thing that comes to mind. “Favorite meal?” she asked, glancing at her watch to count down. “Anything with noodles,” Juda replied without hesitation.

I set down my pen. It felt complete. Hope peeked over my shoulder. "That's all?" I laughed. "Sometimes the shortest stories carry the longest journeys." She considered that. Then nodded. "I like it." The Lantern of Beginnings shimmered. One tiny light floated from its crystal and settled gently onto the final page of my journal. The ink glowed softly. Then faded. The words remained. Permanent. As though the story itself had approved. A warm breeze swept across the valley. The flame on the pedestal danced gently.

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A firece gust of wind during a Gale boee 45-year-old Vittorio Louise's car into a river near Naples, Italy, in 1983. He managed to break a window, climb out and swim to shore, where a tree blew over and killed him. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

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He started peeling as he began the story of Desideres. "Desideres was a white witch who lived in a secluded mountain. Legend says she was the most beautiful creature in Terra, even more beautiful than Aoife. She became the envy of many women because even the Gods would come from Caelum to see her. Her parents were scared that Desideres' beauty would anger Aoife, so they took her to the mountain to hide her. They thought she was safe, but one day a man found her. He fell in love, and so was she." The man paused.

Chapter 3 Nora’s pov The teasing gets meaner the second Hale says the word contractions, because Jake hears it and adds a third finger without asking, shoving it in beside the other two until my dripping cunt has to stretch around three thick knuckles at once, the wet sound loud in my own ears even if the hall noise covers it, and I have to brace both hands on the desk in front of me so I do not moan loud enough for the rows ahead to hear, arms locked, nails biting the wood, thighs shaking around his wrist while his cock stays trapped under my ass, hard and hot and twitching every time my cunt grabs his fingers.