Category: Short Stories

Ali Tohidi Unemployment Each society has some factors that hinder its improvement. Unemployment is one of them that…

There is only 10 minutes left of the game the score is 2-0 their way. We have to…

“The Masque of the Red Death” By Edgar Allen Poe is a story with so many meanings. Not…

Ah the joy of camping. So many of us travel every spring or summer, to various and rare…

It was a cold rainy Saturday afternoon in May 2007 when I heard it. I was reluctantly helping…

I was in my eighth month of pregnancy, and my boyfriend and I were on our way to…

It’s been eight years to the day since Mama died of lung cancer, and I’m still stuck in…

This note is for you, just for you, as i missed being with you every single day, seeing…

The sun was beginning its descent back down towards the East, where it would, in time, become dark…

If you were to imagine the ideal, no, perfect best friend, then that would be Roger. He was…

Chapter 1 Tokumoto Okata had just lost his mother. His father died when he was 15. Now at…

Growing up Chad was denied love in lieu of fear and terrorism. His life was severely affected by…

People think that a heart is an organ that is responsible for pumping blood repeatedly through the blood…

My name is Ekong Kubiateno Michael. I obtained my secondary education at Access High School Calabar, Cross River…

Generations of superstition have bred the thought that there exists a house inhabited by more than mere mortal…

It was the middle of summer and very hot. The drive back from Arizona is a long drive,…

One warm, dark, summer night, my friends and I were hanging out looking, laughing, and making fun of…

There is a short story called “A Worn Path” written by Eudora Welty that shows how far the…

My first car was a 2000 Toyota Corolla and still is my car. I have been driving for…

It was the Friday before winter break. Tommy was counting the eraser shavings on the edge of his…

In “The Open Window” irony occurs in a variety of ways. Some of the characters demonstrate a mirror…

If I could go back, even for a day, maybe things could have been different. I would give…

One of the main reasons that a short story can be so effective is familiarity. An author uses…

My memory is like the treasured, antique chest which sits locked in the attic untouched, just holding my…

He sat there, a picture of age and death, his massive head lying on his withered shoulders. His…