Micro Stories Novels & Stories

There were neat, small sticky notes poking out from almost every single chapter. I opened to the first marked page. In Maverick’s handwriting, there was a note that read: “Does page 14 mean the data moves faster if you shorten the string? Let me know if I got that right.” I stared at the note, my heart feeling so light that I felt like a teenager again. I looked up at him, completely stunned. "Maverick... did you buy a coding textbook?"

One would think her humorous tales were just for laughs or to pad the word count, but by the conclusion, it became evident that she was laying out foreshadows throughout. While working on her first novel, "Mizzy" also wrote several short pieces, each around two thousand words, which she simultaneously published on ScribeSphere and shared on social media platforms. These bite-sized stories, light-hearted and humorous in tone, could be devoured in mere minutes. Their appeal was evident when they were repeatedly shared across platforms, gaining her a good number of followers. However, many read her short stories without noting the author behind them, completely unaware of "Mizzy."

Till Arjun is completing his homework and watching his movie, let's visit the forest that is very near to their home. The forest was not very far from their home. It was covered with trees and bushes but it was not very dense. It didn't even had any fierce animals. But it was home to many little animals like squirrels, rabbits, tailor birds can be easily found if you look around.There is also a waterfall nearby.

Long Story Short, I survived. ────────────────────────────────────────────────────

He finally surrendered. “That’s fine with me.” I said and started eating my pesto and lobster. He chuckled and put an abalone on my plate. “The movie that you’re doing with Marcus, what’s the genre?” He asked after a minute. “Oh you hated it.” I said, trying to dismiss the topic. I don’t want him to know the story. “I’m intrigued. Come on.” He said, looking at me. “Romance and science fiction. I’m a robot from the other space. That’s all I could say.” I smiled and drank my white wine.

I know that I have to work, but I love this feeling of drowning myself with these limitless imaginations. It took me an hour before snapping back to reality. I just created a whole movie inside my head within that hour. Checking the clock, I saw it ticking angrily at 2:00 am. I frowned as I tapped my cheek again. In tapping my cheek, I felt a little bump that’s ripe. I went to the mirror in front of the stairs and stared at the growing pimple.

I cussed to myself and finally the third which we just watched horrifically get eaten by crocodiles. We have walked a mile now and something kept bugging me, I could hear Mike's heart pounding like drums. Mike was an average height man, with glasses bigger than his face, he knew much about tales and myths like some mountain elf he forgets to live in the present. "Are you good Mike?" I called out trying to beat the whistling of the jungle, "your heart has been beating so loud, I can barely hear myself speak" I added to loosen up the mood. "Are you crazy?" He snapped back "Have you not heard the rumours?" His panting increased. "You mean, the rumours that brought us here in the first place?" T

Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories. To make it easier to understand and more transparent, this chapter will be like a summary for this and the following volumes. Vol.2: medium stories: The antics of Bia's crew ( ABC) Bia comments on a crew of children of criminals, in an invisible ship. In this world full of magic, demonic beasts and restrictions, they live on the run, abandoned by their parents. Not being accepted anywhere in the world they have to survive on small illegal jobs and from time to time to plunder.

she speaks with determination and then softens her gaze at the sight of me looking so dejected, “honey, it won't be for long. Pinky promise” We put our little fingers together and I give a small smile. “Pinky promise” “It's going to be okay," he reminds me and I hesitate, but I nod but say nothing. A few hours later I am discharged and given a wheelchair to go out, which I don't see the need for, but I still don't object and allow mom to take me in the chair. She goes on and on about what we are going to do today, go to a coffee shop, eat cheesecake with a cappuccino. Which cheers me up a bit, I love cheesecake.

(World A) Female lead: Olivia Smith Intro: The heiress of Smith corporation, long brown hair that reached down to her waist line. Deep black orbs. Beautiful porcelain skin which aided her slim sexy body in mesmerization to onlookers. Full brow, long butterfly wing-like lashes and a full rosy red lips. She's rude, proud and spoiled rotten, but isn't an idiot and can't be messed with. She's well trained in martial arts and the use of weapons to protect herself, as the road ahead to inherit her family's business isn't easy.