Where Should I Publish My Short Story

Reality? Kind of a joke, honestly. Fiction? That’s where things actually started to make sense. I was ten when the curtain slipped. When I saw it—how everyone was just acting. Reciting lines they didn’t believe, chasing dreams they didn’t choose. Adults called it "growing up." I called it what it was—fake. So, I stopped playing along. While everyone else clung to the script, I escaped into stories. My favorite? No Happy Ending in the 999th Regression. Cale Ashblood—tragic, cursed, and stubborn as hell—died 998 times trying to fix a world that didn’t want saving. It was brutal. It was honest. It was the only thing that didn’t lie to me. Then the author died. And the publisher? They butchered the ending. Wrapped it up in something clean, hollow, marketable. I tried to let it go—I swear I did. But the anger never left. Twelve people. That’s how many I killed. Editors. Ghostwriters. Everyone who helped ruin the only thing I believed in. But here’s the part no one knows: I killed the original author. Not on purpose. One night. One stupid, drunk mistake. And that was enough. Now I’m bleeding out. Real world. Real consequences. No regrets, though. Except— The story didn’t end. I woke up inside it. Inside his world. Cale’s world. The one I knew better than my own life. Except now... it is my life. The World is still broken. The Constellations are still watching. And peace? Still a myth. But maybe this time, I get to write the ending. Maybe this time, the story’s mine. ---

a collection of short stories and poems I wrote in my spare time

A band of six lifelong friends, Norton Vance, Stanson Thorne, Luca Mercer Smarty Caldwell, YuShota Tanaka, and Alexander Tempest bound by an unbreakable brotherhood, find their ordinary lives explode into chaos when each is plunged into wildly improbable, interconnected predicaments all at once. From gang wars over toilet paper to forced drag races, secret agent hunts, and blackmailing actresses, their individual disasters quickly merge into a shared, escalating maelstrom of mayhem. Despite the absurdity, they leverage their unique, often flawed, personalities—from a "lady killer's" tournament ambition to a "chaos connoisseur's" live-streamed SWAT fight—to navigate relentless threats. Their loyalty is constantly tested as they question whether they should have ever gotten involved, yet they invariably face every challenge together. Ultimately, their journey becomes a wild, high-stakes ride through a world far crazier than they imagined, proving that even the most delinquent bonds can conquer anything.

just to refresh. and not stress out too much. this are drafts that might get it's own novel. welp maybe.

Long story cut short

About things that humans know but don't know

when i was little till know i nearly all way stary in my head creat story of something like what it like to be god or to be a dead person or just letting my imanation let loss

In modern America a teenage vampire/alien and four men's lives intersect into an ultimate reverse harem. Haunted by a past and a fascist ruler of her home planet, she battles her enemies to achieve her goals in life.

Kumpulan short story hasil kegabutan

Dive into a world of stories ranging from the most ridiculous to the most heart-wrenching. Laugh your heart out or scream in fear of the amazing collection of wonderful tales in this "novel".

From the same world of previous one will follow a similar story line but they are middle class . the mc has similar powers as previous mc

a day which shines brighter than the heat of those who accept the fate. the story of those who had naver met. here to give you a glimpse of what it's like. a story that is sure to be liked. ----- English is not my first language, nor did I get to study it for once. all i know is from online researchs, so if my grammar sucks I seek forgiveness.

Short stories of varying genres such as: action, urban, teenfic, mafia, vampire, werewolf, sci-fi, romance, tragedy, mature, super-powers, military, spice of life, comedy, magic

Short Stories / (Trigger Warning!) R18 (Collection Short Story) Different Title Each Story In This Novel. – The Shadow Of Her Skin (Complete) – The Gilded Cage Of Desire NTR (Complete)

Within the kingdom of Eldyrn, light is the source of all power, fuelled by the Eternal Flame that has burned within the kingdom walls for thousands of years – until one night it dies. Without it, Eldryn is now vulnerable. As panic spreads, The High Council reluctantly calls upon Xander Thorne – an exiled who can hold fire in his bare hands, though no one knows why, after an old prophecy hints that “the one who walks unburned” can find the ember. It isn’t only the kingdom of Eldyrn that seeks this fire, Veilborn cult claim that this fire hold more than just fire – it is the key to life. Xander and his squad must decide whether to utilise this Ember to rebuild the realm as they are running out of time, or to destroy the old world and begin again?

This collection of Short stories is from writing contest hosted by the Ranobe Discord server where each contestant has submitted their work. Every entry uses certain prompts with variety of genre that are Xianxia, Romance, Horror, LitRPG, and Sci-Fi. Ranobe is a vibrant community where we novel enthusiast meet and share our passion for such storytelling. We invite you to become part of our journey too!! our discord: discord.gg/q9c4TqcSFS

It's a dream I had and I just wanted to write it down. Maybe you will like it.

Ex Mafia member takes revenge for his wife's death

—Full of short stories— Hello! I am the author of this "short stories". The stories are all fiction and not copied from any other story— Hope the readers will like the stories and try to read it.

Fatima finally looked up, her expression hardened. "I do not condole failure. A Child of Mine must be the first, or nothing else." How is it a failure, Fatima? Bernard voice was incredulous. A child coming out third in a competition that more than twenty students participated in, and you call it a failure?! He looked at his wife with a mix of frustration and disbelief, then gaze drift to the wall, as if he could see Maisie through the plaster and paint. How can she be so slow? Fatima hissed, her words laced with venom that made Bernard flinched. Incompetent, dull and ulterly useless! Her hands clenched in a tight fist. That is how she got her son killed, Bernard. The accusation hung in the air, thick and pressing, the use of his name a chilling indication of her volatile state. "No Fatima". "Don't you dare". Bernard raised his voice shouting at Fatima. His face drained of colour. The initial disbelief in his eyes morphed into a stark horror. His eyes widened, and his mouth fell slightly open, unable to comprehend what he had just heard. His usual passive demeanor vanished replaced by a stark pained rigidity. He leaned forward, his gaze fixed on Fatima, a desperate plea forming in his eyes. She didn't kill him, Fatima. It was a mistake, a terrible accident. She was just a child. You can't keep blaming her for that. His voice was low strained, each word a careful step on fragile ground. Fatima's chest heaved, her breath coming in ragging gasp. If she hadn't gone to carry him that day... Her voice broke, sobs escaping her lips... my child will still be alive. Fatima, No....

a carriage gets attacked by a bandit