Short Stories

[Update!] Mainly imagines and headcannons for our ghouls in Tokyo Debunker. Feel free to request your ideas I'll see if my amateur writing skills and limited capabilities can bring it to life. But be warned, my writing and posting timings fluctuate in accordance with life schedule 😭. The reader in this is fem and uses she/her! Thank you for reading this, and I hope you enjoy the work I bring forward! ☆All characters belong to ZigZaGame Inc.☆ Unless stated otherwise. :)

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A realm on the brink of war. A bond that threatens to consume them both. Cora's life takes a dangerous turn when she's thrust into a world of secrets and magic. Mistaken for a fae, her blood is thought to hold the power to restore balance to a crumbling realm. The first thing she learns when she's captured: never trust a dragon. Ash has always known what it means to be feared. He comes from the Third Kingdom, the only realm where dragons remain awake inside their bonded. Considered little better than beasts, the people of the Third live in isolation, training to control the instincts and will of the creature that lives inside them. Alone in the Outlands, he never expected to find a fae. Especially not one like her. When her cry shatters the forest, he understands the instinct that drives him to her side. What he does not anticipate is how fiercely he will have to fight the beast that already sees her as its own. With witches whispering of prophecy and a dark king determined to bring about a new era of ruin, they must choose: fight the fate that binds them or risk becoming the very force that brings the realm to ruin. Because the longer they travel together, the harder it becomes to tell where Ash ends and the dragon begins.

Book 2! ♡ Started: August 3rd, 2024

Writing is a terrifying act of creation that requires us to push past the fear of being known and bare our souls to others. It gives us a glimpse into our multifaceted lives, both as writers who share their stories and as readers who bring their own unique experiences to what they read. Writing serves as a beautiful connection to each other and our world. This collection of poetry and prose is intended for those of us who feel we have lost our connections and sometimes feel a little less than human because of it.

ကျွန်‌တော် တစ်ခါတစ်လေ တိမ်တွေရဲ့အလွန်ကိုသွားချင်မိတော့တယ်။ အဲ့ဒီမှာတော့ ကျွန်တော်လိုချင်မိခဲ့တဲ့ အစစ်အမှန် ကြည်နူးမှု၊ပျော်ရွှင်မှုတွေကို ပေးနိုင်မယ်ထင်ပါရဲ့။

Keira met him on her first day as a senior in high school. He was tall and lean. He smelled minty and bittersweet, the scent of dark chocolate that perfectly matched his brown eyes. He was her mate. Brian didn't expect to be kissed by a very beautiful girl on his first day as a senior in his new school. She was sweet yet reminded him of the ocean. Her grey eyes looked like an incoming storm and he was swept away. -------------------- **Photo used for the cover is not mine. (ctto)** **This story is an original work of fiction. Please do not copy or plagiarize.** Date Started: 06/02/2017 Date Finished: 11/10/17 Date Edit was Completed: Ongoing Highest Ranking: • 09/19/2021 - #2 in Werewolf

Meet Sarah. A beautiful, bubbly Christian woman who loves God and people. ********** Meet Tyler. A reckless bad boy with a rough past who doesn't want anything to do with church or people. Until he meets Sarah, his life is changed forever. Cover By: weidnersdancer17

We are a friendly group of writers who enjoy writing and sharing weekly flash fiction stories of 500 words or less. Everyone is welcome to join. Follow this profile for a one word prompt that is published each Friday. Post a link to your story in the appropriate chapter for each week's prompt. Be sure to check back to read and comment all the stories submitted.

If you love stories that stay with you even after they end, this is for you. A collection of short series exploring the many shades of Prarthana and Shivansh's bond-love, heartbreak, silence, and everything in between. Each story is different, yet tied by the same emotions that refuse to fade. Step into their world... you might not come back the same. 💫

ကိုယ်ပိုင်စိတ်ကူးနဲ့ ရေးတာမို့လို့ ဤဇာတ်လမ်းကို traceခွင့် inspireခွင့် မပြုပါဘူးရှင်... ရင်နဲ့ရင်းပြီးဖန်တီးတဲ့ အရာကို တန်ဖိုးထားတာမို့ နားလည်ပေးမယ်လို့ထင်ပါတယ်!

Follow the story of Dylan Rancor in the fantasy world of Arkanthia! ~~(Except from The Last Human Series)~~ "I am Dylan Rancor..." he exclaimed, "...the last of the Rancor Residence! The last of the Human kind!" The crowd cheered, everyone hanging on his words. "Your forefathers foresaw my coming. They wrote about this day before you! The Hour of the Shaking!" Another cheer, this time louder than the cheer before. The screams moved in a wave through the crowd in front of him, like the tides of Grandver Haven. "You all have awaited my coming. You see me as a savior. The one who will end your suffering!" Dylan paused and looked at Lyra. She gave him a reassuring smile. "But... I tell you now. I am not your savior. I am not a slave to some words on obsidian!" The crowd gasped. Crying began in some parts, women and children falling to their knees, men ripping apart their clothes in anger. Rochin was no longer smiling. "Your forefathers were wrong! I am no hero! That day... That day I found out what Rochin did to my father, to my brother, to my family, I swore... in that very moment... I would kill every last one of you!" Dylan laughed. "You were all wrong to welcome me here with open arms: gifts of golden Shecks and trinkets of wood! Wrong, I tell you, wrong." Dylan raised his hand up, everyone watching, guessing what he would do next. "Your prophet was wrong about me! I am not the White Mask, though you believe I am." In a moment of pure instinct, Dylan began to beat his chest with his off hand. "Your forefathers were wrong! I am not the Quake of Fallen Earth, though you say I am." Dylan stopped beating his chest. Dylan put his palm down on the floor. He could feel the stage touching the ground, and the ground touching all the Halorians. "But... your forefathers were right about one thing! I am the Final Visitor, because I am the last visitor you will ever see!" ~~~

A tired shoe store clerk walks into a Chinese‑Israeli restaurant hoping for nothing more than a quiet meal. Instead, he finds himself surrounded by suspicious strangers, a mysteriously silent couple, and a bright red beach ball that seems far too lively for its own good. What begins as an ordinary dinner quickly spirals into an evening of misunderstandings, dark humor, and unexpected chaos. If you enjoy absurd twists, dry wit, and stories where nothing is quite what it seems, this short tale might be your perfect appetizer.

عَبرْتُ عَنْ كُل احَاسِيسي لكِنكِ لَم تُعطِي لهَا حِسَاب الحَصىٰ فِي طَريقِـك . هَل كَان الامرُ ليَختلِف لَو كنتُ هُو ؟ . ارِيد مِنك لَحظَات مِن حَيث تتسَابقُ العقَارب لتمُر السّاعَات و الايَام . َابتغِي مِنك فُرصَة لاُريك مِقدَار حُبي ؛ لاُعلمَك بمَا فَعلتِّيه بِي ، كيّ لا أندَم مُجدَدًا ! . و هَل انْ اكُون خَيارَك حُلمٌ بَعيد المَنَال ؟ و انَا الذّي توقفَت أحلَامهُ عندَ المَوتِ بابتسَامًة ؛ بجَانبكِ لحظَات القيَامَة . 📍الرّوايَة القَصِيرة الرّابعَة مِن سِلسَلة ابُوليَا 📍كُل الحُقوق مَحفوظَة ؛ و لَا احلِل الِاقتبَاس و السّرقَة . كُتبَت بِتاريِخ :19/9/2025 عُدّلَت بتَارِيخ: 27/2/2026 نُشرَت بتَارِيخ :16/4/2026 اِنتهَت بِتارِيخ:

- in which Sitara Kashyap loves Aagney Vishwanathan in silence, leaves to forget, and returns only to realize he was never meant to be forgotten. -

A series of Short Stories based on whatever concoction my unconscious mind has managed to sum of as of late

Sebastian's life in Pelican Town is happy, after all he has the two best friends anyone could have: Sam, and Abigail. And his biggest problem is his unrecognized romantic feelings for his best friend, Sam. But after an accident in which both Sam and Abigail die, Death offers him a chance to get them back, but will he take it? And what will be the cost?

A bunch of short stories with possesive, obsessed male leads. Cousin love stories.

Sakura Hayashi was never afraid of dying. She was afraid of leaving without ever truly living. At twenty-four, Sakura is diagnosed with stage three cancer, and suddenly, time becomes something she can no longer waste. With no family left and a future slipping through her fingers, she decides to stop surviving and start living. That's when Ren Takahashi enters her life-a caretaker who arrives late, talks too much, and somehow makes her laugh when she has forgotten how. What begins as reluctant companionship slowly turns into something deeper... something dangerous. Because falling in love is beautiful. But falling in love when time is running out? That can destroy you. A heart breaking slow-burn romance about love and the people who stay-even when everything else leaves.

Nara nggak pernah percaya cinta di bangku kuliah-terlalu ribet, terlalu banyak drama. Sampai dia dipaksa satu kelompok dengan Arga, mahasiswa paling santai tapi paling nyebelin di kelas. Awalnya cuma debat kecil, lalu jadi kebiasaan, lalu... entah kapan semuanya berubah. Di antara tugas, kopi tengah malam, dan rahasia yang perlahan terbuka, Nara mulai sadar: mungkin yang paling berbahaya bukan jatuh cinta-tapi menyangkalnya.