Eureka Stories Novels & Stories

In the memory of her parents, she made Celirium a place where both Seelie and Unseelie Courts can prosper and live as one. This legend is my favorite. Of course, every culture has its own gods and legends. Some believed in the great cauldron, another in the rainbow bridge, mother earth, and so on. I was born in a culture with a bunch of gods. The main ones are Detryx and Laykara, the gods of equilibrium. Only logic to choose them if it is to follow the legend.

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. 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!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.

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

Chapter 1 The bookstore smelled like fresh coffee and old paper, the way it always did on event nights. Elena Reyes stood at the front of the packed reading room, microphone in hand, watching twenty kids and their parents lean forward as she finished the last chapter of the bedtime story. Laughter rippled through the crowd. A little girl in the front row clapped so hard her pigtails bounced. Then her phone buzzed on the podium. Once. Twice. Three times. She ignored it until the applause died down. Only then did she glance at the screen.

“That’s cause I’m fueled by my hatred of bigots and self, I’m kidding. The truth is I think I’m constantly bursting with energy because I’m just built like this. so tell me, what are these good reasons you’re talking about?” “His name’s Parker. He has wavy hair, piercing bluish eyes, and he’s just an all around amazing guy.” “Another white boy seriously? You know, there’s a beginning movement to decolonize ourselves and you’re over here opening your legs to a conquistador.” “He’s so not a conquistador.” “I will handle all of your duties for a shift if you introduce me to him and I can’t picture him riding on a horse while trampling on some sacred ground.”

Greta and Eric left the Archives in the middle of the afternoon. With their notes and an appointment to see a local verbal storyteller. The storyteller specialized in tales about the history of the town’s first settlers. With lunch on their minds, they entered the coffee shop. Greta stopped short when she realized the only place to sit and eat was at the table she’d photographed a few nights ago. Now she’d seen the photos and the spirit. Greta paused a moment to ponder the coincidence of this.

He bumped into Kailani on the balcony and froze again. “What’s wrong?” she asked. Kaiden took her in from head to toe, shook his head, and dashed past her. Kailani stood there, confused. She wondered what had happened, so she went into his room and found Eureka crying. “Ma’am?” she moved closer. “What’s wrong? Why are you crying?” Eureka couldn’t hold back her emotions anymore. She broke down. “I didn’t mean for this to happen, sweetheart. I never wanted this. Why does it have to hurt so much?”

Stranded, no rules? Thea laughed, sipping her water. “Wild. You gotta get creative to survive.” Jon raised an eyebrow, sitting beside her. “Creative, huh? Sounds like a story.” Adam grinned. “Let’s just say we kept each other… entertained.” Nate chuckled. “Oh, I bet. Spill it.” Thea leaned back, a familiar sparkle in her eyes. “What happens on a deserted island stays on the island, right?” Jon’s gaze darkened, intrigued. “Not always. I’m into stories like that. Ever try an orgy? Threesomes, foursomes… gets the blood pumping.”

"Anyone can respond, and I'll share with you my darkest secret about my hour-long journey among waterfalls at the bottom of the spring. I am aware of what you were whispering about me some time back!" While she waits for their response, Ericka controls her laughing. Her eyes turn round and sparkle, making it impossible for anybody to guess, and they exchange curious glances. "Now, what does she like to imply?” As one of the two talkative students dares to declare, “We are not yet reading the Bible, but we would want to hear about your firsthand experience at the bottom of the river, Erika, my dear. Could you tell us one more riddle that seems related to our lesson? We'll be able to recognize

Erick stared into her eyes and confidently said. “Yes! I really want to know! “ She smiled and put on a serious face, took a bite of her ice cream before saying. “It was a long, long time ago!” Erick looked at the beginning of the story with great interest, and Simone said when she knew that she had all his attention. “You were traveling on a merchant ship, and you had to take a shipment of gold to Porto del Rey!” Erick heard that line and his spirits deflated. He looked at Simone with a hint of disappointment in his eyes, and the girl looking at him was silent. For a minute, a deep non-verbal communication began, and he understood that these stories did something more for her than for him.