One Shot Story Ideas Novels & Stories

She chuckled while her daughter rolled her eyes. “Mum, just tell her what she wants to know. Nobody cares about the story of the stupid volcano name.” “Okay, fine, you don’t have to be rude about it.” Their little bickering made me smile for a bit. It reminded me of my Mum and I. “We saved you ma’am. We went fishing like we do every day, and we found you floating with a gunshot wound.” She mentioned the gunshot wound, and my hand flew to my stomach, but strangely I felt nothing.

I'd spent five years in this city, and everywhere I looked, I saw traces of Dexter and me. But I couldn't spend my whole life living inside those traces. I picked up my violin and took a deep breath. I lifted my chin and walked out onto the stage. It was time I started walking toward something brighter. The song was one I'd written myself, lyrics and melody, with the violin carrying straight through from beginning to end. But during the chorus, I froze for a split second. The camera had landed on a man and a woman in the crowd. Every other couple the camera had panned to leaned in for a kiss on instinct, but they didn't.

Immediately I saw the clip I chuckled sheepishly because it was a clip of what I called ‘My Epic Embarrassment’ and as I said, I’m gonna be the topic of the week at Jerseyville High School and I am. “Plight? isn’t it a bit too harsh, and how are we sharing it” I asked Lisa while making a sullen facial expression, because it’s the only news I’m seeing. “Aww, why’s your face like that, like I said, we are sharing the plight together” She tries to console me, then she swipe across her phone, the shoved it to my face, I don’t know if it was due to pent up aggression or something else, But what I saw on her phone, was definitely enough to make Lisa mad with embarrassment. It read;

Exhausted, hungry and more bewildered than before, the duo called it a day and stepped out of the cold, sullen room into the warm, open air that whipped across their uniform and hair and faint orangish gold disk that retreated lazily into the clouds - sunset. Still within their auditory range, a short, fat woman sat on a long, brown, termite infested log of wood, telling a young girl not more than five who stood at her front, facing her and backing the cops, a myth about Hunters Walk, how long after preying on games was forbidden in the area, gunshots were heard at night and the body of animals, slit by their throats, left to die was seen every morning, messing farmlands, and houses, and hig

The summer afternoon sun was scorching, making me dizzy and disoriented. Before I knew it, I had arrived near the library, and my footsteps stopped as if guided by some unseen force. I stood at the library entrance and heard two security guards talking in low voices. "That shooter's aim was really accurate. It didn't seem like a random shot at all." "Exactly, I've watched the surveillance footage several times. It was like he specifically targeted that student." I felt my heart skip a beat. So, Alex's death wasn't an accidental injury—it was premeditated.

Just then, a young woman approached with a bouquet and said, "Hi there! Our flower shop is doing a promotion today. If couples can prove their compatibility by answering three questions with matching answers at the same time, we will give the couple a free bouquet." Connor and Anna accepted the challenge. The young girl asked, "Where did you have your first date?" "At the park." "At the cinema." Anna tugged on Connor's sleeve and said, "Are you misremembering things? We watched a romantic comedy at the cinema for our first date." Connor stiffened. He realized he'd mixed things up. The park was where he and Sylvie had their first date. Turning to Anna, he apologized, "I haven't been sleeping

With no way out, he had to ride in the same car. Now, I realized why he was so nervous that entire time and why he kept urging me to drive slower. Ashley fell to her knees, crying, "Felix, why would you do this?" Why? I had a good guess. A few months ago, Felix had borrowed money from loan sharks to feed his gambling habit. He couldn't repay them and came begging me for help, but I had no money to give him. When I advised him to turn himself in to the police, he fell to his knees and pleaded, "Please, Sean. You can't report this. If the police get involved, my life is over. They'll break my arms. Please help me, Sean."

I have heard a lot of mind-blowing crazy things in this life. I have read novels about a cousin's relationship that ends with a happy-ever-after. I have read stories about young, naive girls falling in love with ruthless mafias and syndicate bosses. There are a lot of interesting stories, including immortal creatures falling in love with pure humans, reincarnations, and all, but I have not yet come across a story where some dumb ass girl falls for a murderer who murdered her innocent mother and shot her father almost to death, or to death, actually. I don’t know why I have a feeling of not seeing my father as dead, but I am still doubting he could have survived all those bullets.

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An unscrupulous company discharges toxic wastewater into the river, causing my whole family to be poisoned because we rely on that river for survival. Everyone in my family, including my aunts and uncles, lives in the same village. We're all waiting for an urgent antidote delivery to save our lives. My boyfriend is Harrison Somers, and his company is the only one with the antidote. So, I ask him for it. He agrees to come but doesn't show up after a long time. Ultimately, my family members die after being tormented by the toxic wastewater because they don't have the antidote. Meanwhile, Harrison shows up at the hospital with his childhood sweetheart because she accidentally sliced her fin