Longest Short Story Novels & Stories

The old castle stood high on the rocky hill where the forest met the mountains. Its stone walls were cracked and covered with thick vines. No one had lived there for hundreds of years. People in the nearby village whispered that the place held something dangerous. Something that burned hotter than any flame. Elias had heard all the stories but he still came anyway. At twenty six years old he felt stuck in his small quiet life. He worked in the village bakery during the day and spent his nights reading old books about forgotten magic. One book spoke of a fire demon who once ruled these lands. The words pulled at him until he could not stay away.

The story had to feel genuine and I waited until I knew it was perfect and respectful enough to write. 2. I did not know how I was going to write it. I didn't know if I wanted it to be a poem, a 50 page book, a novel, or whatever. I knew I had a message I wanted to tell, but I wanted to make the story interesting as well. So I decided to turn it into a novella, because it was not too long and it was not too short. It was the perfect length for me to create my story.

A few minutes later, he pulled away his hand, his face pale and his body badly sweating. No matter how many times he did this, he was still not used to it. A good thing was that at least, he no longer had to go through the ‘full course’. Not long after, Nathan’s eyes were only on the screen. Letters began to appear there, until the first sentence of the story was formed. The first part was then completed, then the second part, the third, until it became ten pages long. In just an hour, a short story was finished, and proofed. He only had to wait for Lucy to edit it.

The above sentences are the thoughts of the author about what he thinks, but it is my duty to tell all the things he has in his mind. The space science and the beginning of the human era, why I always talk about the past, why I'm interested in the dead stories, why I tell a tale of another time, why I don't like the present and, also why I'm not narrating about those dumbasses who were about to close the mysterious case of random killing by an unidentified criminal (creature)? You might have so many questions and confusions about the fact that I puzzle a simple story in what we call a Riddle…? But you can still believe in me that I'll give you a gift tomorrow.

We hope that you enjoyed this story despite its length, It is, after all, truly worth the read. And yes, do look forward to much shorter stories in the near future. For now, we will need to say goodnight and goodbye. This is your Supernatural Spa Storyteller, The Diwata, hoping that you come back once again for more mystical, strange, and even terrifying tales. Fare thee well...

Hey Lovelies, This is my first story which I wrote back in 2014 randomly when I never had any idea that one day I might publish it on a story platform, I had to keep it short and simple but I assure you my upcoming stories will be longer than this one. I would like to thanks everyone who has taken out their time to read my story. It really means a lot to me. Thank you Lovelies. see you next time with a new story. PS: Please don't ask me if this is a true story or not as I want to keep it a secret.

She wasn't crying any longer. "Mummy?" I called out to her, she hummed in response. "I have a story for you. Would you like to hear it?" "Go on." "Remember when I was five and Tolani was seven? There was this day she took out the new doll you bought for me saying it was hers since she had lost hers and you bought us identical dolls. Normally, I would over look such things because those antics of hers were normal at the time, but I really loved that doll and I did not want to give it up for anything. I remember going on to report to you everything she had been doing to me, I was in tears by the time I ended my speech. The question you asked me was, 'why did you not tell me immediately these t

WARNING‼️ THIS STORY IS A PARANORMAL STORY 🔞 Chapter 1 My skin felt sticky from sweat as I peeled off my damp shirt and stepped closer to the tall antique mirror I had dragged out of the closet earlier. I wiped sweat from my neck and stared at my reflection, for a second everything matched. Then my reflection smiled a heartbeat after I did. My pulse jumped. I blinked hard and shook my head I was just tired that was all. I turned away to grab a towel but something made me glance back. My reflection stared at me, eyes darker, lips parted.

Three hours of performing earned me a five-figure fee, which was more than she made in a month. As for marriage, Wesley wasn't just the founder of one research institute. He was the heir to the entire Langston family empire. I would live like a princess for the rest of my life, while she couldn't even attend the wedding without sneaking in. Brianna finally let go. On her way out, she left a gift and a letter for me. All it said was, "I'm sorry." I stared at those words for a long time without speaking. No matter what had happened, Brianna was once my closest friend. We shared a bed, ate from the same plate, and when I twisted my ankle, she was the one who carried me to and from school every