Join For Free!

Stories

Boasting some of the world's best stories.
Indulge your fantasies with our huge collection of stories, or perhaps show your creative flair and submit your own.
man

Monster

What makes a monster?

My grandmother tried to kill me in my crib when I was two months old. She’s dead now. Did I kill her? I don’t know. It’s not a simple question, and there are no simple answers. All I remember is being covered in blood, her blood, as I lay in my crib. # I...

The Man With...

A silly rhyme I made up before going to sleep.

There’s a man with an ostrich,he’s got it on a lead;he’s taking it for a walk!I shouldn’t gawk. Now there’s a hawkand he’s going “squawk, squawk!”He coming at me.Woop, there goes my knee! The man with an ostrich,he’s got a cannon now.Ka-pow! Ka-pow!Ooft,...

He just moves, walks and smiles, goes about chores and many tasks, he eats so well at such fine sites, leads a handsome life, wears fine clothes, walks in great shoes, he is a god in bed, no doubt about that. But...do not make the fatal mistake of thinkin...

He sits and screams at nightVisions consume his dreamsFighting with no lightHe remembers all the screamsDeath all around Shells of bullets thereBodies on the groundEverybody saying prayersFear is all that's feltFighting all through the nightTakes his cant...

Have you ever met the manBorn with a universe deep within.A home to stars and galaxiesWrapped in human skin.He can be still and quietA space devoid of noiseReminding you that silenceIs still eternity’s voice.When he does talk, it seemsAs if time chooses t...

Drink Of The Fruit

This is a lyric I entered in a contest using one given line.

Drink Of The Fruit Outside the city where the pomegranates grow, In the fields of the everlasting mind. Shines the rays of enlightened warmth I seek, And the hopes of a new mankind. To taste the fruit of Gods and men, Is to embrace the immortal soul. With...

Get Free access to these great features

  • Post in the Forum
  • Write your own Stories
  • Contact members
  • Comment on Stories

The old man sat on the steps With his head in his hands So much in thought as he sat His eyes in a far away time When the old woman Came to her man His eyes lit up like the sun He held out his hand and she took it He kissed her palm  And put her hand next...

The ball’s in your court

You, sir, have made me the most fortunate and unlucky girl in this frightening big blue marble

My mind is like a giant wool ball. Every time I make the effort of unravelling it, I end up with a few persistent knots I never seem able to undo. I am quite stubborn myself and I can’t help overanalysing situations when something specific is hovering aro...

She lifted her head upwards to the blackened heavens. Her gaze fell upon the twinkling stars of the late evening. Her mind deep in troubled thoughts. As she watched the light show in the sky. She glanced away. A single tear wept from her eyes as she flick...

A Woman's Love

The question is: Are You Ready?

I want to tell you,  Tell you about a woman’s love,  Because the world does not know enough.  There are few words sufficient in nature  With meanings that can cover the depth  Of what she gives  When she chooses  To open her arms  And lets you enter her h...

Anonymous

The morning sun shone brightly through the stained glass windows. Gentle, calming and warm the rays of light shown beautifully over the wooden casket. It let everyone know everything would be all right. Their loved one was in a better place. At least that...