Strange Short Story Novels & Stories

Hi, and welcome to STRANGER ATTRACTION. This is Kaelith’s story. A girl found in the woods with no memory, no past, and no name except the one given to her by the wind. She has a father she would give her life for, but her family… they are not all on her side. Her brothers want her in ways she can’t ignore, a stranger has eyes only for her, and everyone in her small town seems to have a stake in her life.

A lonely island surrounded by an endless sea of white mist. At its center stood a single lighthouse. Its light was dark. Not black. Simply... the absence of light itself. The Stranger's voice echoed once more from within the pen. "That is where unfinished stories go to die." The woman stared at the island. "I've never read about it." "No one has," the First Reader answered. "Every record of that place was erased." The city suddenly shook. Outside the windows... the stars began disappearing. Not exploding. Not fading. One by one...

all except me and my mother, we kept running but two more vurhans were after us, lucky for us it was dawn so in a few moments the vurhans turned docile and we gained more ground. We walked in until we were a few miles away from this village, then the two vurhans reappeared and we were ambushed. That night a stranger in a hood saved us from those vurhans. He was so strong, not like any gifted I've ever seen. His eyes and fists lit up and he could teleport. He killed the vurhans and disappeared just as he showed up. The villagers heard the commotion though and came out and found us. We told them we were travelers escaping the vurhans that attacked our village. They offered to help us, even gav

The letter reminds me of a legend my mom always narrated to me before sleeping. Long ago, my ancestors travelled through the depths of time seeking survival from the fangs of dangers an aging world brings them. They sought for shelter that would protect them from blazing heat that pierces through their bodies – the world was too big to search for purpose. Once in a night, the M’ri stumbled upon a mountain reaching the depths of the stars. It was high enough to see how far they’ve gone, looking from its top as they gaze to the line that separates the land and the air. They sat circling around a bonfire, singing for their great feat that defied through time.

His scent was so masculine it intoxicates her whole being. "Darn!" Shean suddenly blushed alone when she felt the wetness of her undergarment. She had a wet feeling down there. That was new! Really. And it felt both great and hard. It feels good, but it hurts her loins. She even wanted to be so flustered when she could hardly see the figure of the stranger who finally came out of the coffee shop. A mixture of frustration and lust intensified inside her, and she could scarcely believe she had such a wild imagination while making fun of the man.

Luna asked doubtfully. Jane fell silent. She then nodded slowly. "Many things can happen when someone is drunk. Most of them lose control of themselves and do what their subconscious thinks. It's not uncommon for people to do strange, embarrassing, and even criminal acts when they're drunk." Jane explained. Luna took a deep breath. If something like this happened by accident, Luna would just forget about it. She didn't want to complicate matters by exaggerating the matter.

"The auctioneer's asking you. Care to raise?" The crowd was bracing for a good show when they caught the plain tremor in Karina's voice. "N-no more..." The hammer came down, and the hall went utterly still. I bent down, patted Karina's bloodless face, and murmured a single line into her ear. "You're lower than a dog!" "Layla, you rabid dog, you're dead!" Karina shrieked, "She's got a gun! Layla actually broke the Thorne family's own rule and brought a gun into the auction!"

Seating back unable to relax why is everyone so odd ane everything oretty jumbled up, fist there's snow locking me in and the door opening on it's own accord, now I run into a total strange who seems to know me, Mumbling to myself I tap at my chin till he pulls up by the hill, "Here's the bill" "Here's your change" "You can have it, ketd day a tip for being fast" Running up the hill I see couple of people up the hill, faint noises are heared but the rest are errier sounds, I'm stopped by hefty men who seems not to reckognize me, "You can't come in ma'm" "Why not?" "The Boise isn't open to strangers"

She replied smoothly. “Oh-“ I muttered, disappointed that I wasn’t getting anything from this conversation. “You said you were going to the bathroom and all of a sudden you were nowhere to be found so I just assumed you left. I had no choice but to go home alone.” She continued. “What’s wrong though?” She asked. “I just woke up to see myself in the bed of a stranger” I whispered esparatedly. Careful not to make the cab driver over hear what I was saying. It was far too embarrassing.

I wonder if he felt it. "No big deal." I guess he didn't. I give him a meek smile before moving up the aisle. I want to wait for him, continue talking to him, when I realize I don't even know his name and he never asked mine. I'm such a daft cow. Bloody hell. Here I am thinking there's some beautiful connection to this stranger I met by happenstance on a plane, when in actuality, he was just being nice, effectively making the time fly by.