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Why Me?

A night to remember.

July 20th, 2020 by electrad
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Thoughts began to race around my mind, I’m begging them to slow down, but they won’t. I started gripping onto the edge of the seat to gain some kind of grounding. The waiting room is empty. My breaths were coming in gasps and I could feel my body barely coping. With my heart hammering against my chest, I shut my eyes and put my trembling hands over my
head. The room spins and I find myself curled up on the floor trying to make everything slow down to a pace my brain and body can cope with. It’s like there is a hurricane building up within my body. The more I try to supress it, the stronger it becomes. I tried to pull myself up onto the seat, but it felt like the ground was melting beneath my feet. With my...
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Celebrity crush

Friends tease a friend with a crush

June 6th, 2020 by Inane
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As I exhaled the laughter from my lungs, I look at you. We share a glance for what feels like a lifetime. I feel blood rush to my cheeks and I see yours do the same. While the world goes on, I can't help but feel stuck in your eyes. Everyone else's laughter fades to the background. The only thing I can see is you. It isn't
until someone shakes me back into reality that I remember where I was.
In my half-dazed state, I laughed, "I'm sorry, can you repeat that?". " I said, are you okay? You've been watching your phone for a real long time. To distract from my embarrassment, I laugh loudly, "of course, I was watching a great show". My friend, Ludwig, rolls his eyes, "whatever d...
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your wings will eventually come

small story about a boy who thinks he is worthless

June 1st, 2020 by velvet_tears
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Are you going to tell me why you look so dull? asked alice. See this piece of paper, its crumbled up and people have torn it and it has become so small, now this piece of paper is worthless, i am like this piece of paper, i am so tired of waiting for good things to happen when they never do. voiced ray with unbearable pain in his voice. alice quietly took
the paper from his hand and started folding the paper left and right. ray looked at alice with a sudden curiosity that topped his depressed mind set for a second. Alice was done folding the paper left and right, up and down, god knows what she did with that tiny piece of paper, she struggled in folding some parts of the paper as it was fragile and crumbled. On...
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The Ghost Girl Chronicles

Teenage boy discovers he's not alone in his room

May 28th, 2020 by martykate
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"Damn!"

The same tree root caught Michael--again--sending him and his skateboard flying. He landed hard on the old concrete sidewalk, and sat for a moment, breathing heavily before pushing himself up. “I hate those freaking maples,” he muttered as he scrambled to his feet, rubbing his painful rear.

The gentle downward slope of the street might have
made a perfect ramp for skating, but in this neighborhood, the century old sidewalk was lined with big leaf maples whose roots cracked and created ridges in the concrete. An unwary skater could find himself thrown off balance and off his board if he didn’t pay attention, like today.

There was a hidden advantage to the sidewalk conundrum. The damaged si...
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A Vampire in Seattle

A college student is saved by a vampire

May 28th, 2020 by martykate
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Prologue

"Call me Ishmael".

No, not really. My name is Steven, but "Call me Steven" doesn't quite have the same effect. "Moby Dick" was, no is, Tristan's favorite book. He always said it was the best and worst book he ever read. He used to like to read the last part to us, the part where Moby Dick destroys the whaler, and even though the sailors know
they are doomed, they allow Ahab to beckon them on in pursuit of the great white whale. In the end, when the ship and all the boats are destroyed, and the sailors killed, Ishmael survives thanks to Queequag's coffin.

Tristan is a survivor, just like Ishmael. That's why I don't believe he and Isolde are dead. Tristan would never give up on living and he'd n...
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Foot to Enemy

Two captains of two football teams work together.

"Okay, here's how we do it ..."

A week ago I never thought I would sit here and have a normal conversation with my arch enemy. A week ago we were still trying to kill each other. You might think it is an exaggeration, but you should have seen us during the football games. We are both team captains for the only two teams at our school and they have never
been friends, never. But now that we are going to compete in a bigger competition, we have to bring our teams together to a large one to have the right number of players. I can't understand why the teachers thought this was a good idea....
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Death Questionnaire

What happens when you die? Well...

Have you ever wondered what happens when you die? Phillip wondered that when his grandfather died, he wondered that when his mother died and he wondered that when his wife died. When he took his last breath, he wondered if his daughter was asking the same thing. But explaining this complex system is not that easy. When Philip arrives, he has to fill out a
questionnaire about how he felt his life worked. Yes, so they know how to do next time you go down....
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Vengeance

A boy, a gun, and a fucking good plan.

May 14th, 2020 by fat.oaf
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I sit sullenly, caressing the gun, a plan already forming in my head.
"What's up with you??" a deep voice interrupts my thoughts.
"Nothing," I sigh. "Shut up."
"I'm asking you a serious question," my older brother persists.
"I don't care about your questions – serious or no."
"Well, you've got that weird look," he mumbles around a mouth full of
brownie.
"What weird look?"
"I don't care about your questions, serious or no," Duncan smirks coyly.
"Wow, astounding comedy content!" I whoop sarcastically.
The smile falls off Duncan's face and then there is silence. A lot of silence.
I don’t care as long as there aren't any more questions. I need to develop my plan intricately. It needs to be car...
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The Last Fight

Fight for Survival

Some people say that when you are about to die, your whole life flashes before your eyes. For me, I was waiting for that moment, pleading, begging, wishing for God to end my suffering. But, just as I felt my eyes start to get heavy and the darkness take over, I heard a voice. A voice that was all too familiar, a voice that I miss very deeply. “You are too
hard on yourself Ev! Give yourself some credit, God only gives you what he knows you can handle.” But I know this voice was only a mere speculation of my memories. I knew that I couldn’t give up. For him… For me. I knew that I had to find a way out of here, I can’t go out like this. I picked my head up from the cold metal table. My arms still binded ...
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love in first dream PT.1

a girl going through hell come out on top

May 13th, 2020 by too.mych
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I look up in the stars and I imagine Derick looking at me with his emerald green eyes shining in the moonlight. Nothing between us just space. It’s almost like time is moving so slow because this perfect moment me and him are in. he’s just so mesmerizing to the eyes and i can’t get him out of my head or out of sight. “Hey am i always in your
head?.” Derick tells me almost seductively.
Then its like magic i wake up back in my room. In the best part to say the least and that had to be some bull because i go to sleep just to get some action. So i guess i just haven’t grown into my body or my face. The reason why i say that is for the automatic reason i got deemed as being “un-sexable” for a nice...
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Danger, is near

Murder Mystery with Conner and Gavin

In a small neighborhood just outside of Memphis, Tennessee two teenagers were walking home from the Basketball Court. Conner and Gavin had been playing all day now that school was out for Spring Break. Just as the two boys parts was gun shots ring out in the night air. Conner hits the ground immediately, he has no idea where the shots came from. He lays
there and waits to see if there will be more shots or if he can get up. All of a sudden his phone vibrates, it's a text from Gavin, " Bro, did you hear that?!? the text read. Conner replied back, "Yea man but where did it come from? Where are you? Meet me in front of the old Johnson house." Conner pulls himself together and gets up, he still doesn't see anybod...
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Erased

Everything you know is ERASED

April 4th, 2020 by Maggie360
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You wake up to the sounds of your heart beat-well not exactly, a machine beeping in time to your heart beat. You look around and see your hospital room everything is white but a single painting on the wall. You decided that you would just study the picture if you got bored later. You were about to focus on the picture when a nurse walked in seeing that
you're up. She smiled an apologetic smile somehow you could tell through the mask. “Hi James” she said with a voice sounding like she was crying or was about to. Your mind races as you look around desperately trying to find someone named James but no that was your name, your own forgotten name. She desperately tried to calm you repeating the words “it's oka...
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My Original Poetry

Hope (Poem)

April 1st, 2020 by birdy
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I feel trapped in my own self
I feel lost in my own brain
I feel as if I am dusting on a shelf
I feel cold, as if I am locked out in the pouring rain
Why can’t I find a little HOPE to lift me up?
I feel as if I might have to jump
Why do I feel so fragile and broken?
Why can’t my heart just reopen?
Why do I block myself out?
I feel like
I can’t live without
Crying a little each day
I’m too weak to pull myself up and pray
In the name of God why am I drowning myself in my own negativity?
Why do I fill my heart up with hostility, why can’t I find a sense of responsibility, capability or even productivity?
Why can’t HOPE give me wings to fly away?
Why do I keep my thoughts...
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A brown hatted monkey

Girl meets a monkey wearing hardhat in the woods

March 11th, 2020 by MF
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I always liked to walking alone in the woods. It helped me connect with the nature. As always after the hectic day I went to the walk in the evening. The smell of the wet grass, the whistling of wind as it chased the leaves was enough to refresh any soul. As I covered nearly half way of my track I felt like someone or something was chasing me. I looked back
but it was nothing. Probably the after affect of the horror movie from last night. Thinking I should not watch these movies.. "Hey miss you... Yea you.. You dropped your snack behind.." What? I looked back with a shock. No one was there. Walking a few steps back. I saw the snack lying on the track. Near the snack was a small monkey staring at me with sparkl...
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They/Them How gross

Aries(They/Them) must go through many life changes

February 7th, 2020 by lee~kun
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They/Them? How Gross...
They stood up to get a good look at their surroundings. They were stunned to see they were in an unknown room. Aries had to blink a few times to realize they were in Olivia’s room. They blushed realizing they had only been wearing a long shirt with some underwear. They looked over at the bed to see a sleeping Olivia. They didn’t
want to know what they had done. Olivia Seemed to have been reading their mind. “We just watched a movie and fell asleep. You decided to sleep in your underwear because you got hot.”. Aries breathed a sigh of relief. They were only 15 and didn’t want their relationship to go that fast. Olivia got up revealing she had only been wearing a training bra an...
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An Interruption

Exploration of Pain, Jouissance and Terror

February 6th, 2020 by vichitrabanda
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It's just as I am about to arrive.


A thrumming pain. It begins in the back of my skull. I imagine a little bit above where my brain stem is located. It sort of announces it’s coming abruptly. A splat. If I had to give it texture, it would be wet, like when you squeeze a balloon filled with water. But it stays. The pain stays. The wetness stays.
Rather than trickling down, it floats up, expanding its form to now engulf the entirety of my skull. Pain changes with the expansion. The thrumming eases into a monotonous beat, and the acicular pain moulds into flattened sheet, dousing my head in a pleasant warm shower. if pain had fingers, I imagine, that’s what a head- rush would feel like. Fingers that stop...
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