Play Stories Novels & Stories

“We have to be patient. Let me play this from the shadows. If I move too fast, they’ll win.” Her instinct screamed against waiting every hour the rumors spread was another blow to her name but the intensity in his eyes made her pause. “And in the meantime?” she asked. “In the meantime, we make them believe they’re winning,” he said. “Then, when they’re comfortable, we strike.” Later that night, Callie sat alone in her apartment, replaying his words. She wanted to believe in his plan, but the thought of being painted as a fraud for even one more day made her skin crawl.

He saw him talking to Serena. Via waved back at her. She excitedly watches their rehearsals. She saw all the cast members walking to their positions onstage, as they finally start their stage rehearsals... =========================== Paolo and Serena are the lead actor and actress for the upcoming school stage play which is titled "Love Until The End of Time." It's a story of a cross-star lovers who can't be together because of a curse. Paolo and Serena are both standing at the centerstage, as they waited for the Stage Director to give them further instructions.

she said again. When her Mom first told her that she was going to be changing schools, she wasn't happy, she hated being the new girl at school, the one that everyone stared and pointed at but now, she was determined never to let some spoiled brats at Maverick High bring her down. She finished with breakfast, picked up her backpack and went out to the car, her Mom got into the driver's seat and they were off.

MR.PAULS DEATH “Papa” Victoria hugged Keith. “Yes darling. Looks like you were waiting for your snacks” Victoria giggled as she tried to reach out the paper bag in her father's hand “Where’s your mother and Olivia.” Inquired Keith. “I’ll tell you on one condition.” Bubbled the little girl. “What condition” “You’ll have to show me what you’ve bought for me” “Sure! It's all yours my love” Keith handed Victoria’s favorite biscuits in her hand and walked to his bedroom. He saw Martina sitting on the bed and she was playing with Olivia.

Scene – Later That Night The game winded down. The lights dimmed, and a soft movie played in the background. The four of them sat in a pile of blankets and pillows, the kind of chaos only real friendship could make. Stories flowed next. Greg talked about his childhood. Helena told them the first story she ever wrote. Tessy shared a secret she’d never told her mother. Leo admitted he wanted to travel the world and make music for kids like him—quiet, but full of dreams. They laughed.

She said and walked slowly to Jada but the latter only retreated. Jada shook her head vigorously, trying to convey something to Jodie but the latter was lost in enjoying the look of fear on her beautiful face. She opened her mouth and let out a small inaudible cry when her back hit the wall behind her. Jodie smiled sweetly and stopped walking then stood before her with her hands behind her. ¨ I'm going to tell you a story¨, Jodie said slowly as she looked deep into Jada's eyes. ¨A small sad story, but I want you to be attentive, I don't want to waste time guessing but I'll say it straight away, the names used in the story are true and real¨, she added and Jada nodded frantically then Jada sm

One of the girls asks as she digs into the bowl of popcorn that has been passed around a couple of times. "Ooh, we should play some games too!" one suggested excitedly. "Hell no," another groans as if the thought of playing games disgusted her. She fixes her glasses on the bridge of her nose."Let's tell stories." "Oh yes, Stacy is right! We should definitely tell some stories, " Emeka nods, agreeing with Stacy. "Spookie stories. I'll get the flashlight in my room," she utters while standing up and jumps over a girl who was face down on the rug. I wasn't sure if she was sleeping but her body hadn't moved for a couple of minutes now.

Shayla resisted longer, peppering me with last-minute questions about whether clouds slept and if frogs had birthdays. Lucas waited until the others were settled before speaking quietly. “Can you tell a story?” Something in his tone—hopeful, vulnerable—unlocked a memory deep inside me. “My mother used to tell me stories,” I said softly. “Would you like one of those?” Three heads nodded eagerly. So I began. I told them about the moon that fell in love with the sea but could never touch it, about the brave girl who taught the stars how to sing, about the fox who tricked winter into leaving early.

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. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

“Just allowing momentary personality leaks.” “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” She didn’t respond. But her smile, small, real, fleeting, was all the reply he needed. Later that evening, they played a game Joy called “Quickfire Honesty.” The rules were simple: ten random questions, ten seconds to answer each. No overthinking. Just say the first thing that comes to mind. “Favorite meal?” she asked, glancing at her watch to count down. “Anything with noodles,” Juda replied without hesitation.