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1 Page Short Stories I create short stories for those who love to read on their coffee break. I can also suggest titles for your stories.

26/04/2024
The Chicken Who Craved Adventure: A Story of Unexpected KindnessHenrietta wasn't your average chicken. Sure, she enjoyed...
24/04/2024

The Chicken Who Craved Adventure: A Story of Unexpected Kindness

Henrietta wasn't your average chicken. Sure, she enjoyed a good dust bath and the occasional worm, but unlike her sisters content with the coop's familiar patch of dirt, Henrietta craved adventure. The world beyond the wooden fence was a tapestry of rustling leaves and whispered secrets carried on the wind.
One crisp morning, a particularly daring gust brought the tantalizing scent of freshly baked bread. Henrietta's head shot up, her nostrils flaring. Bread! A delicacy her morning grain mix could only dream of. The source of the aroma lay across the road, in the bakery window that winked like a golden eye in the distance.
This was it. This was her chance. Henrietta clucked excitedly, the sound barely audible over the morning symphony of the coop. Her sisters, groggy from their sleep, barely acknowledged her. But Beatrice, the wise old hen with feathers tinged grey, turned her head. Her one sharp eye, unclouded by cataracts like the others, regarded Henrietta with a knowing glint.
"Don't be reckless, child," Beatrice rasped. "The road is a dangerous place for a chicken."
Henrietta puffed out her chest, see link in bio to continue.

The last goodbye echoed in Amelia's ears long after David had driven away. The ache in her chest felt like a physical we...
24/04/2024

The last goodbye echoed in Amelia's ears long after David had driven away. The ache in her chest felt like a physical weight, a constant reminder of the love she'd lost. But Amelia wasn't one to wallow. Taking a deep breath, she started with the first step on her self-healing journey: acceptance.

She allowed herself to grieve. Long tearful nights spent reminiscing with photos and shared playlists were a necessary purge. She confided in her best friend, Maya, who held her hand through every sob and shared stories of her own heartbreak. Maya was a constant source of strength, reminding Amelia of her inner resilience.

The next step was detachment. Amelia packed away keepsakes, replacing them with travel brochures. She started exploring her long-neglected hobbies: painting and playing the guitar. The vibrant colors on the canvas and the melody from her fingertips became outlets for her emotions.

One evening, overwhelmed by loneliness, Amelia signed up for a pottery class. There, she met Liam, a kind-hearted soul with a passion for sculpting. Their conversations flowed easily, filled with laughter and shared dreams. Liam wasn't David, and that was okay. He was a new chapter, a reminder that love could take different forms.

Slowly, Amelia's social circle expanded. She reconnected with old friends, joined a book club, and volunteered at an animal shelter. The companionship filled a void she hadn't realized existed. She discovered a newfound joy in helping others, the wagging tails at the shelter a balm to her soul.

One day, while walking Maya's dog in the park, Amelia bumped into David. His smile was hesitant, his eyes apologetic. They talked, the conversation awkward but civil. They both acknowledged the love they once shared and the reasons why it hadn't worked out. As David walked away, Amelia realized a weight had lifted. She no longer felt the sting of anger or regret, only a sense of peace.

Six months after the breakup, Amelia stood on a mountain peak, the view breathtaking. She'd conquered the climb with newfound determination, a metaphor for her emotional journey. Looking back at the path she'd traversed, she realized the heartbreak hadn't broken her. It had made her stronger, more open to new experiences and connections.

Amelia wasn't looking for love, but it found her in the most unexpected way – a shy smile from Liam across the pottery studio. This time, the love was built on shared experiences, mutual respect, and the strength she'd discovered within herself. Amelia had gotten over David, not by forgetting him, but by embracing the journey of self-discovery that followed their love's end. The ache in her chest had transformed into a quiet gratitude for the love she had and the even greater love she was now open to.

Arthur existed in shades of beige. His apartment, meticulously organized, mirrored the quiet monotony of his life. He na...
24/04/2024

Arthur existed in shades of beige. His apartment, meticulously organized, mirrored the quiet monotony of his life. He navigated the world like a deep-sea fish, venturing out only for necessities - doctor appointments (dreaded for the human interaction), and grocery shopping (timed for the least crowded hour). Crowds were his kryptonite, their energy a suffocating wave that sent his anxiety skyrocketing.

His solace was his worn armchair, a loyal companion for countless nights spent devouring books and escaping into fantastical worlds. Words were Arthur's lifeline, offering glimpses of a life lived in technicolor. He yearned for that vibrancy, but the thought of venturing out, of facing the cacophony of the real world, filled him with a paralyzing dread.

One Tuesday, his carefully constructed routine was disrupted by a rogue knock on his door. He froze, a familiar knot forming in his stomach. After a tense standoff, the insistent knocking persisted. Taking a deep breath, Arthur braced himself and opened the door a crack.

On the other side stood a young woman, eyes wide and apologetic. "Hi, I'm so sorry to bother you," she began, "but my apartment flooded, and I live right below you. I was hoping I could use your phone to call my landlord?"

Arthur, caught off guard by the unexpected intrusion, hesitated. But the woman's genuine distress disarmed him. He mumbled an okay and stepped aside, ushering her in.

The woman, introducing herself as Lily, possessed a bright, frenetic energy that was both terrifying and weirdly… invigorating. As she spoke on the phone, her animated gestures and lively chatter filled the usually quiet space. Arthur felt a flicker of something unfamiliar, a hesitant curiosity about this vibrant creature who'd so easily breached his beige walls.

Lily, oblivious to his anxiety, turned to him after her call. "You seem like a bookworm," she said with a smile, her gaze falling on the overflowing bookshelf.

Arthur, surprised by her directness, mumbled a confirmation.

"Wow, you have some amazing titles here," Lily continued, picking up a book. "Have you read this one? It's fantastic!"

A conversation, hesitant at first, began to flow. They discussed books, their favorite authors, and the characters that resonated with them. Lily spoke with a passion that was infectious, and for the first time in a long time, Arthur found himself drawn out of his shell, his words tumbling out in a rush. He discovered a joy in sharing his thoughts, a connection he hadn't realized he craved.

Lily, sensing his discomfort with prolonged interaction, ended the conversation on a cheerful note. "Thanks again for everything," she said, giving him a warm smile. "Maybe you could recommend me another book sometime?"

Arthur, heart pounding with a mix of exhilaration and fear, managed a hesitant nod.

Several days passed. Arthur, to his surprise, found himself missing Lily's chaotic energy. He hesitantly picked up a book, but it lacked the usual appeal. Then, a brilliant idea struck him. He grabbed a pen and furiously scribbled down a book recommendation, a note filled with his usual witticisms and hidden vulnerability.

Later that day, a knock on the door sent a familiar jolt through him. This time, however, he opened the door with a hesitant smile, the note clutched in his hand. Lily's eyes widened in surprise, then lit up.

"This is amazing!" she exclaimed as she took the note. "Thank you, Arthur. Maybe this time, we can talk about the book over coffee?"

Arthur hesitated, his usual anxiety rearing its ugly head. But then he looked at the bright, hopeful look on Lily's face, and a new resolve bloomed within him.

"Yeah," he managed, his voice barely a whisper, "coffee sounds good."

For the first time in a long time, Arthur stepped out into the world, not with dread, but with the faintest tremor of excitement. The world, perhaps, wasn't so beige after all.

Dreaming of golden chips and salty salvation? This very short story is the perfect escape for your coffee break or bedti...
24/04/2024

Dreaming of golden chips and salty salvation? This very short story is the perfect escape for your coffee break or bedtime. John, weighed down by debt and his father's disapproval, finds comfort in a secret dream: owning a fish and chip shop. When he finally confesses to his partner, Jess, their journey together takes them on a path of love, sacrifice, and ultimately, deep-fried delight.
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This suspenseful story follows Kevin, a man wrongly accused of infidelity, as he embarks on a desperate mission to clear...
24/04/2024

This suspenseful story follows Kevin, a man wrongly accused of infidelity, as he embarks on a desperate mission to clear his name. A mysterious photo throws his marriage into turmoil, forcing him to confront a shocking truth about his past. More info in bio

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