September 16, 2024
Waiting for the bus or simply looking for something short to read? Freeshortstories.net is a collection of short stories with different length and in different genres. Scroll through our stories and pick the one you like.
June 10, 2025
The first time Elia heard her name in his voice, it didn’t sound like anyone else had ever said it. She was shelving sheet music at the campus music hall, humming along to Debussy in her earbuds, when someone tapped Read more…
The announcement echoed through the airport: “Flight 262 to Boston is now delayed until 12:45 a.m.” Emma groaned and slumped deeper into the vinyl seat at Gate 17. Her book lay forgotten in her lap. Her phone battery was at Read more…
It started with a returned book. Not just any book—Leaves of Grass, spine faded, corners bent, a name scribbled in neat, looping script on the inside cover: A. Marlowe. Harper turned it over in her hands behind the front desk, Read more…
The roadside fruit stand hadn’t changed in five years. Still the same crooked “FRESH PEACHES” sign in faded orange paint, still the same squeaky wooden counter, and still the same scent of sun-warmed fruit drifting into the summer air. Lena Read more…
The bell above the café door chimed with that familiar, old-fashioned ring. Mira looked up from her notebook just as the wind swept a flurry of snow in behind the newcomer. He shook off his coat, stamping his boots on Read more…
The cold platform buzzed with the shuffle of boots, murmurs of travelers, and the distant hiss of steam. Elena hugged her coat tighter, steam curling from her breath. The Varna-bound train, the last of the night, loomed ahead like a Read more…
June 9, 2025
The first time Maya saw Leo, he was standing behind the counter at Brew & Bloom, a little café tucked between the florist and the laundromat on 5th Street. He wore a dark green apron, a smudge of cinnamon on Read more…
The little bookshop on Sycamore Street was nearly forgotten. Tucked between a boarded-up café and a dusty antiques store, its faded sign read: Whispers & Ink. Most people didn’t notice it, but Ella did. She always noticed the quiet things. Read more…
It was raining again in Brookhaven. The kind of soft, misty drizzle that turned everything gray and slow. Sophie Allen stood at the corner of Maple and 7th, clutching a worn leather satchel to her chest. Her breath fogged up Read more…
Amelia traced the constellations on the observatory’s dome, her breath fogging the cool glass. Below, the city lights of Neo-Veridia pulsed, a chaotic counterpoint to the orderly, ancient dance of the stars. She was a celestial cartographer, mapping anomalies, charting Read more…