This short story is about a girl who goes through a bad breakup with her boyfriend, but later reexamines her love life and finds new meaning about love through Rumi, the Persian Sufi Poet and the way of his Mysticism through his poems, filled with love and ecstasy. This short story is for those who enjoy Rumi and his poetry.

Taken from my short story collection It Ended By Beginning, this piece explores what it means to love someone so deeply that even time itself feels cruel for daring to take it away. An elderly couple, bound by fifty-eight years of love, laughter, and companionship. Must face the inevitability of goodbye as illness threatens to end their shared journey.

A poem written to hold a feeling gently, allowing it to unfold in its own time rather than asking it to be understood all at once.

This is a short story; an echo of a poem already shared, where the lines learned how to breathe, linger, and become something fuller.

When everything finally goes quiet, she realizes that silence can be louder than fear. Trapped between a past that refuses to let go and a choice that could change everything, one ordinary night becomes a test of courage, truth, and survival. As tension builds and secrets surface, she must decide whether to keep running from the pain-- or stand still long enough to face it. This short story is gripping, emotional journey through fear, resilience, and the moment a person discovers they are stronger than the life trying to break them.

I wrote this after months of looking for my missing cat. Eventually I had to except that in the cruel cold of Canada in the winter, she wasn't coming back.

Hannah Reed believed in God. She just wasn’t sure she believed He was listening anymore. When the prayer she was sure would change everything is met with silence, Hannah is forced to confront a faith she no longer recognizes. Still attending church, still singing the songs, still saying the words—she quietly wrestles with disappointment, grief, and the fear that hope might hurt more than doubt. The Prayer That Changed Nothing is a raw, faith-filled story for anyone who has prayed sincerely and wondered why heaven felt quiet afterward. This is not a story about losing faith—but about discovering God in the silence we never expected.

Evil in its purest form isn't found on death row or in history books. While those places overflow with humanity's darkest acts and most twisted minds, genuine evil, pure evil, operates beyond such obvious stages

This story shows that you are never too far gone and that God will always be there to pick you up and guide you.

From the dope house to the Pulpit. This is a story of how God changed my life and continues to do it daily.

I had someone leave some nasty comments on a number of my stories last night. They also found my email (not like it’s a big secret) and sent me the same nasty comments. It doesn’t really matter what the comments were, I actually acknowledge that they probably have some basis for them, even if the full story is different from what they think it is. That’s not really the point of this article, though.

Well this will be short timeliness for the abuse and being raped at 8 and then doing drugs for almost twenty years then quit cold turkey to shooting my brother by accident

This video emphasizes the importance of always working on your vision, even if you don’t have all the necessary resources

February Field Notes: Tracing the Missing in America’s Parks At GeoFields, we believe every trail tells a story — and some stories are still unfinished. This year, we’ve launched an ongoing project to create the most detailed, publicly accessible record of all missing persons cases in America’s national and state parks. It’s a living archive meant to raise awareness, preserve memory, and, where possible, help bring answers to those still searching. These cases are stark reminders that even the most prepared can be caught off guard by nature’s unpredictability. As we continue to expand our missing persons database, we invite you to share stories, photographs, and memories. Together, we can honor those who’ve vanished and help ensure future adventurers return home.

This short story is about a girl who comes across a genie when she buys a rare antique from a shop, and that genie grants her a wish: her unforgettable romantic date with a KPOP idol, she has ever admired. This story is dedicated to all KPOP fangirls out there

I sit in the dark while the world sleeps, tracing the cracks in myself no one will ever see. Late nights are when honesty feels dangerous, when my wounds speak, and the shadows finally know my name.

This is a letter I wrote to my younger self that has helped me on my healing journey from trauma, domestic violence, and what I have overcome since then.

Create ma a story where I'm named Yukio Komori, 19 year old college student.. -I should've left earlier with Yui I'm sorry Yui... I was angry since I was supposed to be at college right now ... Growing up me and Yui gre up in a chruch and he pastor/priest became our father we're both christian mostly catholic dince we both have cross necklaces but Yui has the necklace I have the bracelet, as kids we always went to church but now we both also attend ... I regret every second .. I should've escaped sooner with Yui.. But thanks to my father I'm here . Today was the day we visit the Sakamaki household with our suitcases... Our first encounter was when we saw Ayato on the couch ... Since Laito declares that the prizes will be me and Yui. Shū wins the game and walks off without claiming his prize until Laito pushes me towards him. If only if I knew life was about to get worse.

My wife and I are separated and it hurts. 7+7 means the time together 7 years together and 7 years married in total 14. The devil is what I jokes about calling her This is just me sharing my pain

I mentioned recently that I was confused by the earnings on Medium, and then they jumped a bit — 10 cents in one day, then they stayed static again for a bit. I don’t know if it’s just what’s happening or if Medium is kind of updating all at once. Either way, I might get a payout this month, but I’m not counting on it.