Odd Short Stories Novels & Stories

"There's a festival that takes months of preparation when you go to Silvenia, it’s called White Day. Since everyone is invited, designers from Silvenia might come and take your measurements for your suits and gowns. You can choose your own personal designers but I doubt no one knows Silvenian fashion better than Silvenian designers. People can dance over a frozen lake, don't worry about falling because it's been frozen for years that no one even knows what it looks like when the ice is all thawed. There's a legend that if a wolf howls while you're dancing on the frozen lake, it means that good things await you and your dancing partner so most people take the chance to dance with a loved one

Little did I know, the spark was about to become a raging inferno, courtesy of something far beyond the mortal realm. It started on a rainy Friday night. I’d come home exhausted from a long week, my blouse clinging to my skin from the downpour outside. I kicked off my heels, letting them thud against the hardwood floor, and poured myself a glass of merlot. The apartment felt emptier than usual; my last girlfriend had left months ago, citing my “workaholic tendencies” as the reason. Truth be told, I missed the warmth of a body next to mine, the soft curves and whispered promises in the dark. To distract myself, I rummaged through the old box of junk in my closet— relics from my rebellious pha

The one-way mirror should keep me hidden, no matter how large the hole in the wall might be. Even so, every time Antonio seemed to glance in my direction, my imagination ran wild, filling my mind with thoughts I couldn't suppress. It felt like he had thrown himself on me, sending a shiver down my spine. My name was Yvonne Barker. I was a confident and curvaceous woman in the prime of my life, but my husband, Philip Barker, struggled with certain issues and hadn't been able to meet my needs in that regard. Philip, a long-haul truck driver, was often away from home, leaving me feeling lonely and unfulfilled.

Chapter 2: Sex with my best friend: Tale of a Bi- curious boy. Just to refresh memories, my name is Chris. I’m a bi-curious 19 year old with short, blonde hair. I’m about six feet tall with a nicely sculpted body. Skinny by nature, frisky by choice. My friend, Alex, is slightly shorter and skinnier than I am; again with blonde hair and a few muscles here and there.

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

Until now, strange short stories had only very short stories. But from volume two I intend to add stories that have 10 to 20 captains as well. These stories are not so long nor have so much visibility as a separated book. For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes.

“But, the lady in the supermarket says that two guys can’t get married” “Marriage is done by two people who love each other regardless of gender. You love me right?” “Yeah! I love you the most in the world Thean!” “I also love you Blaine” *ring….ring…..ring…* The loud noise of the alarm clock wake me up. Another dream. Ever since the incident at the club happen, Blaine would get a strange dream every night. And it is always about Almothean and him. “Ha… Marriage huh?” Blaine said feeling frustrated.

Also suffered a paralysis on her left hand, leaving only the right one functioning. Nemo: her Intelligent black pet cat. Charlotte: her manager. ….. (System) I'm darling I'm honey Together were darling honey, the doppelganger system. Honey and Darling: two cute talking white bunnies, in the form of teddy, but possess normal humans hands and feets which look just as tiny as their appearance. They have the same appearance and could be mistaken as one if they don't appear together.

Taking deep breath, she tried to control her heart, otherwise from the way it's beating, it seems like it will get out from her chest any time, and if it keep behaving like this then he will also feel her nervousness, She has already made a bad impression on him that day, now she doesn't want to add anymore insult She was thinking all of this to notice the door locking and a tall, well built figure coming toward bed, until she heard him clearing his throat She was easily scared and startled, and out of nowhere hearing someone clearing their throat made her again jumped as she thought jinn had made noises Her jumping made him startled as his eyes expand on her behavior ≤≥ Omar Shah Almeer, ha

We never got to see how they lived happily though, but the smile in the last scene after which the The End, flew or swivelled or zoomed in, made it obvious. Nisim did tell me later that The Thief was a short story and short stories ended that way! It was five pages long, much longer than the stories in the book Deuta had gifted me on my eleventh Birthday – Aesop’s Fables – the stories in this book were never more than two pages. And always with a moral at the end. The Thief didn’t have a moral – that was the best part though – I never liked memorizing morals. But the thing was, my brother was calling the longest story I had read till then, a short story! By then, though, I had some idea of a