Shrinking Interactive Stories Novels & Stories

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!

He grinned, wiggling his fingers mysteriously. “It’s called ‘Story Fingers.’ You take turns telling a story, but here’s the catch—you can only speak one sentence at a time, and you have to include a finger count with each sentence. For example, I start with ‘One fox ran across the river,’ and then you continue with two of something happening, and so on. It gets tricky, and hilarious, especially after a few rounds.” Jaiyana laughed, already intrigued. “Sounds… complicated. But fun. Okay, I’m in.”

“I am not suggesting you disappear. I am suggesting that a period of reduced visibility might allow the story to lose momentum.” I look at her for a long moment. She holds my gaze with the serenity of a woman who believes she is being reasonable and has extensive practice believing that. “You are suggesting,” I say slowly, “that I make myself smaller to make the story smaller.” “I am suggesting strategic restraint,” she says. “No,” I say. Evelyn blinks.

She was happy though because he had at least eaten a reasonable amount of food today and had been able to stay awake for the whole story. “...all the trucks and cars stopped fighting henceforth and Zoom town became a place of peace.” Shira ended the story with a flourish. Chuck grinned weakly. “Good job Chucky, you finished all the books I bought this week.” Shira said cheerfully. “I love how you give each character a different voice, it sounds so funny,” Chuck said with a faint chuckle then yawned. “Tired, Buddy?” “A bit. Could you read me another story?” He said although his eyes were already droopy.

Her main focus was on the project she had to present. Interactive games weren’t much of a thing now, but Tech Valley could afford to do it on a big scale. Combining that with serialized short videos and the entertainment aspect would be handled. It was all a risk. Starting from the introduction of serialized fiction to the conversion of those fiction into short-form videos spanning an entire chapter or episode that would be released weekly, and then the creation of games out of it. If viewers didn’t like the main leads in the shows, they had the option of changing that in the interactive games.

Another in Buenos Aires got a voice message—using Nayra’s voice—telling her to quit before she “got hurt.” “They’re testing emotional bonds,” Raven said grimly. “Going for fear first, then guilt.” Sophia paced the room. “We need a response that reinforces those bonds in real time. Not a broadcast—something interactive.” Elise snapped her fingers. “Shared storytelling circles. Virtual, but small groups. Each one mixed from different cities. No hierarchy, no agenda—just stories, live.” Raven raised an eyebrow. “That’s not going to stop Eris’s content.” “No,” Sophia said. “But it will strengthen the ties they’re trying to cut. If you’ve spoken with someone, shared something personal, you’re les

"Just wait in the kitchen for a bit." "Ah, sure." While he went back to his room, I took it upon myself to look around. The apartment itself wasn't small, but it wasn't big either. It seemed like the perfect size for somebody that lived alone. There were no pictures of his family on his shelf. In fact, the shelf was practically empty except for a few manga and comics. There was literally nothing around here. Suddenly, I could feel a scratching on my leg. I looked down and saw Shiro. She meowed at me, then ran away. I thought she probably just wanted to play, so I ignored her, but then a few seconds later, she did the same thing.

“I never thought you could be this vicious, Coco! How could you be so cruel to a pregnant woman?! If anything happens to the baby, there’s no future for us.” As I watched him walk away, I murmured softly, “Our future was shattered long ago." When I cleaned up the broken glass on the floor, the wound on my foot had already stopped bleeding. However, the wound in my heart was still raw and torn open. The suffocating heaviness in my chest made me contact several shareholders of the company. When they heard I was selling my 30% stake, they all showed an interest. I told them to bid, and the highest bidder would win.

His hands venture over her curved body, exploring. They pull apart and open their eyes. They stare at each other, deep into each other's eyes. Hussaini's full of wonder and love, Nafisa's full of curiosity and passion. No words are spoken but a story worthy of them is communicated. He leans in a softly kisses up and down her neck. She lets out little whimpers of anticipation. He works his way back to her tender, smooth lips. As they kiss she rolls him over and lies on top of his strong, muscular body.

“You think I am old? Age is just a number. I still believe I am young. You never know, I might even outlive you.” Shiva’s face tensed a little. He looked down, avoiding the old man’s eyes. They stepped out of the store, filled with their own thoughts, and ambled in opposite directions towards their homes. Shiva carried a short-stories collection in his backpack from the shop. Mr. Ben had told him he could take any book from the shop to read. He planned to read it to his sister at night. She loved stories, especially those with happy endings. She loved to imagine herself as a character in those stories and live the happy lives vicariously. This was the only pleasure Shiva could give her – for