Every reader · 24 languages
A story nobody has read,
written for exactly one person.
A bedtime story for a two-year-old. A mystery for a twelve-year-old. Literary short fiction for you, at midnight, in your own language. Tell StoryNest who it's for and it writes and illustrates the whole thing.
Stories are written by Gemini.
Maya and the Night the Lights Went Out
“One evening, when the sky had gone soft and violet, Maya found a stair made of cloud…”
6 pages · 3 min read · ages 5–7
How it works
Say who it's for
Toddler or adult, and everything else re-scopes: a two-year-old is offered bedtime and fables, an adult gets literary fiction, suspense and quiet romance.
Shape it however you like
Blend up to three story types — bedtime, mystery, spooky, outright horror — pick a tone, choose one of 24 languages, send it through several worlds, then add your own notes.
Read it your way
Nine looks to read in, from Daylight to Horror, switchable mid-story. Original artwork per page, any installed voice at three speeds, right-to-left where it belongs, plus print and share.
Write tonight's story
Nothing is required except a name. Everything else has a sensible default.
Custom story
Want something the form above won't let you ask for?
Describe it in your own words instead — any genre, invented or not, any voice, any structure, any language, one page or twelve. No menus, no rails.
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See allAll ages🎪 Midnight Carnival+1Custom
सन् १९७४ को मेला
तपाईं झाडीले ढाकिएको पुरानो ढोकाबाट भित्र छिर्नुहुन्छ। सन् १९७४ मा बन्द भएको यो मेलामा हावा एकदमै शान्त छ र पुराना रंगीन बत्तीहरू अझै मन्द बलिरहेका छन्। काठको काउन्टरमा एक जना मानिस चुपचाप बसिरहेको छ। उसले तपाईंलाई हेर्छ र केही नबोली एउटा पहेंलो कागजको टिकट अगाडि बढाउँछ। तपाईं आफ्नो खल्तीबाट एउटा सिक्का निकालेर उसलाई दिनुहुन्छ। उसले सिक्का काठको दराजमा राख्छ र सानो मुस्कुराउँछ। टिकटमा अझै ताजा मसीको गन्ध छ। तपाईं माकुराको जालो लागेको फलामको ढोका पार गर्दै काठका घोडाहरू घुमिरहेको ठाउँतिर अगाडि बढ्नुहुन्छ।
Nepaliquiet weird1 min♥ 0
Teens🕸️ Hollow Manor+1
The Uninvited Companion
Devi found the iron gate of Hollow Manor unlatched, swinging two inches off its rusty hinges in the windless dusk. The house had stood empty since her grandmother was young, its grey stone wrapped in dead ivy that rattled like dry parchment. Her phone showed no signal, but the light from its screen illuminated the dust hovering motionless in the vestibule. Inside, the grand staircase curved up into soot-black shadow. She did not mean to stay; she had only come to fetch the brass compass her brother dropped through the cellar grate yesterday. Yet as she stepped over the threshold, the front door clicked shut behind her without a draft. A cold pocket of air settled against the nape of her neck, smelling faintly of river silt and tallow. Devi turned the glass door handle, but it spun uselessly in her grip. I am just passing through, she thought, keeping her voice silent. You can come as far as the edge.
Englishhorror + spooky4 min♥ 0
Adults🕸️ Hollow ManorCustom
The Light That Answers
I kept the lens polished. Every evening I wound the clockwork mechanism and filled the brass reservoir with paraffin. The beam cut through six miles of black salt water. North Rock sat three miles out, jagged and silent. Mariners hated the narrow channel between the headland and the shoal. My job was simple. I pointed the beam. They saw the flash and sheared away. I counted six vessels that autumn. They passed like grey teeth against the sky. I logged each hour, each wind shift, each pint of oil burned. The ocean was quiet that November. The fog came down early and stayed. It smelled of wet copper and rotted kelp. I turned the crank. The light spun.
Englishcosmic horror2 min♥ 0