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The soft tinkling melody of the old music box floated in the air. Every chime reached a distinct note, and the whole melody was played out in a series of these delicate chimes. The melody had a blissful but sad tune to it, washing me with memories of my beloved grandmother who had originally given me this music box as a very special gift. It was quite an ancient music box, handed down from generation to generation. But like all antiques, this music box collects memories through each generation, memories so special they are only remembered by their owners. All … Continue reading →

Hunting Pirates is the winning piece of storywriting gold in our spring Writersphere Prize. Congratulations Karen! Read, rate and review the story below, and see the entire shortlist here! One day, a boy without a soul turned up at Eton College and announced that he wanted to be a pirate hunter. As this was 1699, the part about wanting to be a pirate hunter was less surprising than you might expect. The bit about having no soul, however, was as startling then as it would be now. Luckily for Lord Sebastian Moloch, his father was the Queen’s cousin so he could … Continue reading →

James Hogg nabbed the penultimate shortlist spot with this perfectly focused and fateful short. If you haven’t already, don’t forget to get in the mix by rating and commenting on James’s story, and doing the same for the others in our spring shortlist. Back home I’ve heard it called the thousand yard stare. And this kid doesn’t have it yet, not even close. There’s still a rose to his cheeks, a bareness to his jawline, a light to his eyes. Together these tell me that he isn’t long in this place, just as sure as he’s not long for this … Continue reading →

Catherine’s excruciating story is the third to make it to the shortlist. Tell us where you laughed and cried, and don’t forget to rate it! What a buzz. There was nothing else like it; the noise, the thrill of the fight, the spangle the sparkle, the sheer bloody glamour of it. Grabbing her hold-all, her placard and her pull-along trolley, Janet hutched along her seat and squeezed to the front of the mini bus. Outside there were groups of girls; hair scraped into tight pony tails, eyes lined with black, bodies shiny with Lycra. They were shrieking and hugging and … Continue reading →

Cesca Major’s short story, The Longest Night, is the second to be revealed in our shortlist for the spring Writersphere Prize. We hope you find it as compelling as we do. Why not get interactive and let us know what you think of the shortlist so far? The Longest Night (Based on a true story) June 1944 Oradour-sur-Glane, near Limoges It has been like this for a few days.  The streets have emptied and faces quickly disappear behind curtains into shadow.  People are muttering in low voices in the shop, jumping when the bell rings and a new customer pushes … Continue reading →

Pete Walsh’s sinister tale of crime and punishment is a shortlisted entry for the spring Writersphere Prize. You can still get involved by reading the story and rating it. Well done Pete! Continue reading →

[continue] Detective Meyer arrived at his home. Today is indeed a tough day for him, but that entire burden feels light when his two daughters greet and hug their beloved father. Their mother, Victoria emerged from the kitchen and invites David dinner. Although it was too late but seems Victoria concerned togetherness in her family. This is regarded by David Meyer since before his marriage to a young woman he has never felt the warmth of his family. Although the age of David and Victoria too far as 15 years, they are not shy, even proudly Detective Meyer often invited … Continue reading →

Friday March 29. The funeral of Captain Mark Johnson, all office workers, detectives, colleagues came and expressed condolences to the Johnson’s Family. David Meyer, a senior detective sad to see his friend passed away due to heart attack. Overcast morning it does not always allow the creatures to disturb the silence and solemn ceremony. Matt Johnson, Marks’s son as well as Seattle police detective was delivering a speech to his father. “My father is the greatest detective in seattle. He is most admired men in the family and the police department. Living and working with him was a fun day … Continue reading →

There was once a constable who lived with his wife and three children.The eldest one was a boy of 10 years the second was a girl aged 7 years and third was a child of 18 months. The constable being an honest and god fearing person was working very hard and also looking out for a chance to get a promotion so that he can provide a better life to the family. One day, as his bad luck would have it, he was severely scolded by his boss for not being able to solve even one case during his entire … Continue reading →

It was 27th March 2271 A.D. 13 year old Bingo paced up with the newest and latest of technologies , stared at the yellowish sky being illuminated by 2 ultra large 5 KW halogens, with nothing to recapitulate or memorize while receiving the “speak 2 type” answering device cum headphone from the shining metallic arms of the robotic teacher for his science examination. As soon as he received it, he started searching violently for some interactive space wave connection from the oldest to the newest of the satellites but all in vain .He could not even find a bit of … Continue reading →