Short Novels & Stories

He felt proud that he was the cause of that hardness. There was this one shy boy he dated in high school, Callum. With a petite figure, light skin and cute dimples. Yes, dimples are one of his weaknesses. They had to break up when Callum needed to go to London. He never saw him after that. It was his first and last physical experience with a male.

Model without a Cause “Okay, everybody!” Collin boomed at the front of the darkened boardroom. “As you all know, we are going to be advertising Capier's brand new line of cell phone products called Clickmark." A picture of a mauve colored cell phone appeared on the screen along with a list of features.

“ Ok, I’m ready, “ I say to an empty porch. I got dressed in my usual jeans and a flannel. It was my casual and fancy wear. “ Over here, “ he calls. I walk out and look around a bit. All I see are beautiful evergreen trees and a few cherry trees, bushes, and tall green grass. We didn’t bother to cut the grass since we owned such a big plot of land. He appears beside me in my peripheral vision smoking a cigarette. I glare at him again. “ What, it’s not like I’ll die of lung cancer, “ he said pulling the cig out of his mouth. He took a big inhale of it and exhaled it out of his nostrils “There are children here. They don’t need to get a bad idea of doing that, “ Argue. “ Well, it’s not like th

“It’s nice to meet you, Indianna.” Indianna swallowed and looked up at him, forcing a smile. “Hello.” “She’s a little shy,” Brooklyn said, pointing out the obvious personality trait that she had noticed in Indianna. “After a few minutes with you I’m sure that will change,” Brandon said, nudging Brooklyn’s shoulder with his elbow. Indianna looked up at the clock on the wall and groaned internally. Seven minutes of the lesson had passed. If the rest of the year was going to pass as slowly as this, she didn’t know how she was going to survive.

Soft duty. Shin was still crying. Even his sobs grew louder. Maybe Mrs. Duty is now wet from Shin's tears. "I have no one in this world. I have nothing in this world. I have no people who love me. Everyone hates me. I'm just a loser who should have chosen suicide. Well, I should have died. So now let me die!" ***

She narrowed her eyes at me for a minute and I was afraid that she was going to tell me off. Instead, she shrugged and said, "OK". I'm taken aback and not sure how to react. "OK?" I question "Yep. OK. I forgive you" she said airily. "So.... we're good?" I asked "Well... maybe... I forgive you but you're definitely on thin ice right now and I'm still mad." she explained "That's fair" I replied. She sipped her drink for a few moments. "Since when do you drink martinis?" I asked

Today was Monday, so the parking lot was filled with cars. I paid attention to the teacher for the next fifteen minutes, but something caught my attention outside. A familiar figure walked out into the parking lot and leaned against his car. After a while, someone else approached-a blonde girl with long, tanned legs, showcased by her mini-skirt. She tried to hug him, but he simply unlocked the car and got in. She followed suit, and the tinted windows prevented me from seeing inside. A pang of unease coursed through my chest. I shouldn't be feeling this way, but I couldn't help it. Images of what they might be doing in the car played out in my mind, and I sighed, forcing myself to focus on my

At one point, I had to switch pencils because the one I had kept squeaking and bothering me. After an hour and twenty minutes, I closed the booklet and raised my hand. Mr. Anderson looked up and smiled. “Done?” “Yes, sir.” “Alright. Take a break, stretch your legs in the hallway, go to the bathroom and come back in ten minutes. We will start math next.”

A couple had just moved into a small castle they'd recently purchased and were excitedly searching all the nooks and crannies. In a large underground room they found many empty barrels that had been drunk years ago,but one that appeared to be full. They immediately put a tap on it,and out poured delicious brandy. They drank and served it at parties, enjoying not only its flavour ,but the fact that it could have been hundreds of years old. Months later when the brandy stopped flowing,they noticed that the barrel was still too heavy to be empty. They cut it open with a saw,and found A SHRIVELLED CORPSE CURLED UP IN THE BOTTOM!

She asked. "Karen," he said simply and gave a slight shudder. She crossed the street, her palms in a tight fist, a frown on her face, her white hair was packed in a tight bun. Though the look on her face reminded Alex of his worst nightmare but still, Alex couldn't help the laughter that bubbled in his throat. 'Karen' was a short woman, she reminded him of a funny meme he had seen last week, which had compared short people to soldier ant.