Short Story Connect Novels & Stories

Keith didn’t go inside the shop but passed in front of it because he thought the shop must be closed. As he passed by he noticed something odd, He saw that the shop was open and there were customers inside. “Who must be dealing with the customers when I’m here.” He whispered to himself. Keith tried to look carefully but he couldn’t see anyone properly. “I’ll come to work tomorrow” He started to walk towards his home and noticed people. People who would look rich. He saw a family in a car who was waiting for the signal to turn green.

Even this fool, unfortunately. "Well this was one hell of a day", I muttered to myself as the last bell of the day rang. Not one classmate approached me to make me feel good about the statement I made earlier in the afternoon. I guess they didn't want to be seen with the ginger haired girl from the boonies. I was hoping to make friends with them ~their money~ I hurriedly packed my bags and went over to Victoria's seat so she could give me her homework. I certainly didn't want another drama to stir up and I needed to get to my part-time job.

"This and that are different. You probably didn't know, but we're gonna be changing classrooms later. We're gonna have a merged class for first period. The class president posted it on the group chat." "Ah, so it's for convenience... I don't have an online ID. Can you teach me how to make one?" "You don't have one? Why?" "I never really needed it. The only person I keep in contact with is my aunt." "Oh, then hand me your phone for a bit." I gave him my phone, then he set everything up for me. He added me to the group chat, then sent me a direct message too. Now, I had his online ID too.

He let out the friendliest of smiles, making Anderson very uncomfortable. Anderson stared back and forth between Suit and the scroll. His mind was racing. The contract sounded simple enough. Straightforward, but he did not understand. ‘What did he mean by survive the stories? Did he not say I was going to tell a story? What does survive the story mean?’ Question after question popped up into his head. He could not help himself. He had no idea exactly what it meant, but one thing was for certain; He would not move forward if he did nothing but constantly question the situation

"Or you'll be strong. Connected. Part of something bigger than yourselves." Through the bonds—through the network that spanned infinity—I felt something. A stirring. An idea. "What if we showed you?" I asked. "What if we let you feel what connection is like? What bonds can be? Not to control you. Not to manipulate you. Just to show you what you're refusing. What you're missing." "How?" "Through us. We're part of the network. Part of everything. We can share what we feel. What we know. What we've experienced."

I literally don't have that much time before whatever will happen. I stood still, focusing on the strange pull in my chest. It was like something was calling to me, tugging at a part of me I had never used before. A connection, a bond, but it wasn’t just any bond. It was deeper, stronger, something I had never felt this clearly until now. I closed my eyes, inhaling deeply. I let my mind stretch out, searching through the invisible threads that linked me to the people I loved. It was like a web, connecting us through something greater than just blood or words. And at that moment, I found her.

In the quiet of the night, she felt a deep connection to the stories she had written, the tales that wove a tapestry of love, imagination, and shared dreams between her and Theo. Lost in the reverie of memories and reflections, Mama Hazel felt a profound gratitude for the gift of storytelling. The stories she shared with Theo were not just words on a page; they were a bridge to a world where their hearts intertwined, their imaginations soared, and their bond deepened with each whispered tale and quiet moment shared.

"How did I know? Of course, I was so close to you but I didn't feel any air coming from your notrils, that's why! Haha" This guy is amazing. He sure notices even small details. When all was quiet, my stomach suddenly growled. How embarrasing. "Ohh tummy, we are near the gasoline station. Just one more block. There's a bakery near there to grab rolls and coffee." He said while touching my tummy. I felt some weird sensation with his touch. Again, we are not werewolves but still there is that sort of magical spark that they talk of when a mate touches you.

Zamin nodded at her question, and she carried on. "So? It's not necessary that they were in the same batch. Even if they were, there could be so many people in that batch," Zamin reasoned, not finding the connection. "Chachu and Khala know each other. I overheard them talking. Khala was asking Chachu when he started drinking tea, and Chachu was asking Khala about becoming a doctor. It seemed like they know each other well," Madiha recounted what she had witnessed earlier that evening, her mind racing through various scenarios until she had settled on the conclusion that Iman might be the girl Dabir loved.

At the moment of impact their heads were both out of the driver's side windows when they cracked together, leaving the unmarked cars to roll gently to a halt 200 yards apart. 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!