Novel & Cerita Southside Stories

Sometimes it was better to let things play out. “Mm. Old man Cabbage asked me to come over today. He says the weird noises are back.” Old man Cabbage was the oldest man in the village at ninety-three years old, yet he was a fit as a fiddle. He lived alone in an extremely old house that creaked even more than the orphanage. His wife died a long time ago and unfortunately they never had any children of their own. After Anderson and Carson went over a few times to help fix certain things in his house, he took a great liking to them both. He considered them his children and grandson. Understanding that, both young men could not bring themselves to charge the old man. The old man insisted on payi

Today, he was sitting beside me when he asked seemingly offhandedly, "I heard your sister visited you earlier?" I nodded as I looked at his cheek, dimly illuminated under the candlelight. I still remembered the look of disdain on Joey's cheek when she entered my room that morning, snorting, "You're already pregnant—why are you living so frugally? Sion had my entire room filled with precious stones." I stayed silent as she studied the room, until she finally revealed why she came today, "Mom and Dad said you're pregnant, so I came to visit." She put down the gifts she brought, looking like she was in a bad mood.

Half a month later, in the middle of the night, my phone buzzed with a message. It was from Lex. [Audrey, I'm sorry.] I stared at it for a moment, then put the phone down. I didn't reply. Our story had ended long ago. I closed that chapter. From now on, our lives will go their own way—like two roads that'll never cross again.

These stories ranged from tales of triumph and resilience to accounts of cultural traditions and the bonds forged through shared humanity. Luna compiled these stories into a book titled "Voices of Seoul," a testament to the diverse voices that make up the vibrant tapestry of the city. Through the publication of the book, Luna aimed to not only give a voice to those whose stories often go unheard but also to provide a platform for readers around the world to connect with the people of Seoul on a deeply personal level.

“It does, you are mature enough for the details that I would, normally, take out.” “I was always different than my sisters.” “There is nothing strange about that, I was different than my brother.” “In what way, you were different?” “I was always headstrong and impatient, while he was the opposite.” “Where does the story start?” “Like every other story, naturally, this one starts at the beginning.” IV In one of the cottages, a cheerful group of Kozaki sat around a small table and drank to their heart’s content. “What is the news in this part of the world?” Oswan asked.

Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories. To make it easier to understand and more transparent, this chapter will be like a summary for this and the following volumes. Vol.2: medium stories: The antics of Bia's crew ( ABC) Bia comments on a crew of children of criminals, in an invisible ship. In this world full of magic, demonic beasts and restrictions, they live on the run, abandoned by their parents. Not being accepted anywhere in the world they have to survive on small illegal jobs and from time to time to plunder.

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!

Some stories started with hate. This one ended with everything.