Short Story Length Novels & Stories

“Start your preparations and I'll make you my wife soon.” My father's last sentence made Caroline smile even though she didn’t like the way she was interrupted. “Soon.” She smiled. ****************** The preparations for the wedding started and they had a fancy gathering in our mansion in the next week in which they took their promises and said there I-do’s. Caroline seemed happy when my father handed the property papers of the new mansion to her but she seemed kind of bored throughout the wedding ceremony which lasted about 3-4 hours. The guests went after the ceremony and then my father gave a short tour of the mansion to Caroline.

Next came the button on his fly, and I will never forget the sound of his zipper as he slowly slid it down. Miles slightly raised his ass off the bed and quickly slid his pants and boxers down to his ankles, and I saw another man’s cock for the first time. He took off his shirt, slid back, put his back against the wall with his feet hanging off the side of the bed, and placed his hands behind his head. I could not take my eyes off his rock-hard cock. It was just a little longer than mine, around six-and-a-half inches, but while mine was straight, his had a slight curve toward his body. He grabbed the magazine and slowly stroked his shaft.

BEFORE YOU READ Nobody is coming to save you. Themes: Forced Proximity, Snowed In, Size Difference, Breeding Kink. This story features a possessive, reclusive hero who hasn't seen a woman in years. Expect primal play, rough sex, and intense possessiveness. (***) Gabrielle

I said. The piece ran a week later. It was four thousand words, which was long by current standards and which the publication had allocated without apology because the editor had determined that four thousand words was what the story required. I read it once, alone, at the kitchen table. Leo was at school. The apartment was quiet. Gerald was on his counter at his permanent tilt.

"He always has an excuse." "He doesn't know I'm only seven diary pages away from leaving him." "I got my period today, and the cramps were so bad I couldn't get out of bed. Dexter came home and brought me some painkillers without me asking." "He said it was the same kind he'd gotten for Brianna last time. She said they worked great, so they'd probably help me too." "I said thanks, but no thanks." "One page left. Then I'm done." The last page had only two lines.

He gestured toward the narrow aisle between fiction and children’s books. “Storage wasted on that back room. And don’t get me started on the courtyard out back. Prime square footage doing nothing but growing weeds.” Before she could fire back, the kids started filing in for storytime, backpacks thumping as they dropped onto the colorful rug. Elena shot him a warning look and moved to the front. She picked up *The Adventures of Benny the Bookworm*, her voice shifting into the warm, animated tone she used for the little ones.

For a few minutes, there was nothing but silence apart from their fighting breath and the faint spluttering of the extinguished fire. He turned over onto his back, and drew her in close to him, and reached around from where they lay on the armchair, for a soft throw to cover the two of them, then he kissed her sweaty forehead. "The story," she yawned, long and sleepily, "ended like that, then?"Kaelen nuzzled into her skin, grinning. "I suspect the author's conclusion was far less satisfying." He wrapped his arms around her once more. "The Library is closed for the night. Sleep."

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.

I walked close to the shelf, reaching my hand up to grab the packet but my hand didn't reach it. "Fuck being short!" I grunted getting on my tippy toes but my hand didn't even graze the packet. I guess I will have to jump, I jumped up and this time my hand grazed the packet but it only pushed it more away from me. Just as I was about to give you and just settle for the ice cream alone, a rigid warm body pressed me into the counter. I closed my eyes as I could literally feel every hard abs of his on my back.

She had learned, writing this book, that rushed endings were the writer's equivalent of Julian's old framework — managing the outcome rather than letting it be what it actually was. She told Julian that evening while he made dinner. "Two forty," he said. "That's three hundred and twelve pages with revisions." "Approximately. The third part will be shorter than the first two. It doesn't need to be as long. The story has earned the shorter version." "What does the shorter version look like?" "Precise," she said. "The things that matter, stated plainly. No architecture around them." He looked at her from the stove. "That's how you write when you trust the reader."