Fiction
The Eyes of Ashman
Aisling Delaney had always known there was something wrong with the attic. When she bought the crumbling Victorian townhouse in East London—a “fixer-upper” with charm and cheap rent—she had no illusions. The place needed work. She didn't mind, though. She was a director, after all, and saw potential in the cracks. a location for writing. to produce. More than anything, she needed silence.
By Ahsan Palashabout a year ago in BookClub
The Wandering Soul
Chapter One: The Omen of Death In a remote village surrounded by dense forests, people avoided speaking about a wandering spirit known as "Julia." Legend had it that she was seeking revenge and would not rest until she had claimed justice from the traitors. The roots of this village stretched back to ancient times when tribes waged wars over land and wealth, and spirits were considered part of these conflicts.
By mohamed elsayedabout a year ago in BookClub
30 Friday Weekend Vibes Quotes—Feel the Weekend Energy Begin
Friday weekend vibes quotes: It's Friday. Let's start the Weekend Vibes! Fridays are simply magical. The air is more buoyant, the mood more upbeat, and the energy changes. We wait all week for that glorious feeling of Friday—the first taste of freedom, laughter, and relaxation. That is the emotion we want to amplify with these Friday weekend vibes quotes, and we also want to kindle the joy of just knowing that the weekend is around the corner.
By Owais Ahmedabout a year ago in BookClub
The Golden Hour and the Photographer
As he adjusted the focus, Elliot squeezed his eye against the viewfinder, the subtle aroma of pine and sea tantalizing his nostrils. The seaside cliffs were being painted in shades of honey and fire as the golden hour was just getting started. Waves unfolded like bed linens as the Pacific drew in deep, rhythmic breaths. It was his favorite time of day, when everything seemed to have been caressed by enchantment and shadows stretched like whispers.
By MD SHAMIM RANAabout a year ago in BookClub
The Meeting of the River and the Morning Sun
Like a silver thread woven into the earth's green tapestry, the river meandered down the valley. It whispered secrets from the mountains to the sea and sang old songs to the stones. As if heaven itself had flowed into its waters, it embraced the bright and brilliant morning sun at dawn.
By MD SHAMIM RANAabout a year ago in BookClub
White Teeth at 25
Twenty-five years... I must admit that I was in a bit of a daze when I left the bookstore and had the idea in my head that it had been twenty-five years since this particular tome had been published. But there it was, clear as day on the cover of the new hardback edition from Penguin:
By Kendall Defoe about a year ago in BookClub
I Ghosted My Best Friend—And This Is What I Wish I Could Say Now
We used to talk every day. Morning updates, dumb memes at 2 a.m., vent sessions over coffee, or long voice notes about nothing and everything. She was the one constant in my life when everything else felt like it was falling apart. And then, without warning, I stopped replying. No message. No explanation. I just disappeared. At first, I told myself I needed space—that I was overwhelmed and couldn’t handle anyone else’s emotions. Then days turned into weeks. Weeks became months. And now, it’s been over a year. People always talk about being ghosted in romantic relationships, but no one tells you how devastating it feels to ghost—or be ghosted by—a best friend. There’s a specific kind of ache in losing someone who knew you so deeply, who held your hand through breakups, failures, and the messy growing pains of life. So why did I ghost her? It wasn’t because she did anything wrong. It wasn’t because I stopped caring. It was me. I was drowning in my own anxiety and didn’t know how to communicate that I was struggling. I convinced myself that disappearing quietly was better than burdening her. But silence doesn't protect people—it confuses them. It hurts them. And now, I realize my silence probably said, you don’t matter to me, when the truth is she mattered so much that I didn’t want her to see me unraveling. The truth is, I felt like I was failing at everything—work, relationships, even just getting out of bed some days. I felt like a mess, and I couldn’t imagine showing that version of myself to someone who had always seen me as strong. I didn’t want to become someone she pitied. So instead of reaching out, I pulled away. There are nights I draft long texts. Apologies. Explanations. Memories. I stare at the blinking cursor, my fingers hovering above “send,” and then I delete it all. I guess I’m scared of the silence that might come back. Or worse, of hearing that she’s moved on, that she doesn’t care anymore. Maybe she hates me. Maybe she thinks I’m a terrible person. And maybe she has every right to. But here’s what I wish I could say if I had one more chance—just one conversation: “I’m sorry. I’m so deeply sorry for leaving without a word. I was struggling more than I knew how to admit, and I didn’t know how to let you in without falling apart. You didn’t deserve the silence, and I’ll carry that guilt for a long time. But you also deserve to know that it wasn’t your fault. You were one of the best things in my life—and I miss you more than I can say.” I wish I could tell her about the moments I’ve wanted to reach out—when I passed our favorite café, or saw a post that reminded me of an inside joke, or when I heard a song we used to scream out loud in the car. She's not in my life anymore, but she’s still everywhere. There’s a part of me that hopes she’s okay. That she’s happy. That she found new people to laugh with, to support her, to send memes to at 2 a.m. And maybe, just maybe, she sometimes thinks of me too. Maybe one day I’ll have the courage to reach out. To apologize out loud instead of just on a page. But until then, this is my confession. My open letter to the person I let down the most. Not because I didn’t love her, but because I loved her enough to be afraid she’d see me broken—and I didn’t know then that real friendship could survive that too.
By Ashutosh Kumarabout a year ago in BookClub
Rachel Reviews: Conversations with Friends by Sally Rooney
Sally Rooney has been on my radar after watching Normal People on the TV, which I thoroughly enjoyed. Actually, enjoyed is probably not the right word as that implies fun and lightness, but as with Conversations with Friends, her stories are not really what I would call easy: they are close examinations of the intricacies and complexities of relationships and the people involved in them and I have to say that she depicts these very well.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in BookClub
The Art of Feminine Book Cover Design: Capturing Your Book's Essence
When it comes to self-publishing or traditional publishing, one of the most important elements of your book's success is its cover. The right book cover can draw in potential readers and give them a glimpse of the story within. For authors aiming to create a powerful first impression, a feminine book cover design can be an excellent choice, especially if your book targets a female audience or explores themes related to womanhood, empowerment, or personal growth. In this post, we’ll explore how a feminine book cover can elevate your book, the importance of professional book cover design services, and why children's book cover design is crucial to attracting young readers.
By Clara Johnabout a year ago in BookClub
