Tag: Free short stories
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Murder Most Strange
In the sprawling city of Breckenweld (somewhat known for its average sites and adequate dining establishments, but more commonly known for its taverns and bar fights), a crowd gathered on the cobblestone city streets. They gathered around a crumpled form covered with a pallid sheet—onlookers and gawkers drawn to a grisly crime like moths to…
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A Conversation with Nic
It was a cold and wintry night when he walked into my bar. I remember it like it was yesterday, even though it was years and years ago. There weren’t many patrons that night—business was slow, what with the weather outside and all. Not many people wanted to venture down to the bar in the…
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On the Road to Allenvale
On a warm summer day, a trader meets a stranger who shares his heartbreaking life story of chasing knighthood, losing his family, and searching for what’s most important in life… Read more in “On the Road to Allenvale.”
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The Troll with No Bridge
I’m a troll. I’m supposed to tell riddles and eat people. That’s what a troll does. But that’s not what I do… Read more in “The Troll with No Bridge.”
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The Wolf & the Witch
This is a fairy tale. Oftentimes, in fairy tales, there are wolves and witches. They’re usually represented as terrible villains. But this story is not what you’d expect. Some of the elements are the same, but the way it goes—that is different. Read more in “The Wolf & the Witch.”
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The Long Journey Home
The sun dipped below the distant horizon as the traveler with a ragged and tattered cloak of midnight black made his way toward the skeletal mining town of Andone. The last rays of the departing sun were at the traveler’s back, casting his shadow ahead of him on the dust-covered road leading on through the…
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A Story of Hope
“Stories are a thousand little candles, brightening a darkened world. Stories are a thousand little stars, shining in a field of pitch-black night… Take hold of stories, and then share them with others so that they too may see the light.” Read more in “A Story of Hope.”
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The Hunt
“Twas brillig, and the slithy toves did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, and the mome raths outgrabe.” So began Lewis Carroll’s, “Jabberwocky.” This short story retells the events of that poem… Read more in “The Hunt.”
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The Man Who Thought He Was Don Quixote
I once met a man who thought he was Don Quixote. You know, the most famous of all knights-errant—a slayer of the dreadful windmills and hero to the common man. Read more in “The Man Who Thought He Was Don Quixote.”
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The Changing of the Seasons
Once there lived a girl with no name. A girl with no name who was found alone in a forest and raised by the Four Seasons. You know them—Winter, Spring, Summer, and Fall. That is how they are remembered. Always in that order. Winter is cold and lonely. Spring is young and impatient. Summer is…
