Fiction

Lighthouse . Top Story - May 2025.
They called her eccentric. Said she was just “different.” A free spirit. A quirky woman with too many ideas and too few filters. No one saw the shadows behind her eyes but I did. I saw them crawl across her mind like fog rolling in off the sea.
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Chapters
Part 1: The Shadowed Apartment
In Walk 2022, a youthful man named Tanveer moved to Dhaka after securing a work at a multinational company. Coming from a little town, the bustling city life and the overpowering swarm were not simple for him to alter. On top of that, his budget was tight. So, he chosen to lease a little level in an ancient, four-story building in Ancient Dhaka—Unit 3.
By Mimi Khanabout a year ago in Chapters
The Time Machine
THE TIME TRAVELLER (for so it will be convenient to speak of him) was expounding a reconditea matter to us. His grey eyes shone and twinkled, and his usually pale face was flushed and animated. The fire burned brightly, and the soft radiance of the incandescent lights in the lilies of silverb caught the bubbles that flashed and passed in our glasses. Our chairs, being his patents,1 embraced and caressed us rather than submitted to be sat upon, and there was that luxurious after-dinner atmosphere when thought runs gracefully free of the trammels of precision. And he put it to us in this way—marking the points with a lean forennger—as we sat and lazily admired his earnestness over this new paradox (as we thought it:) and his fecundity. c
By Muhammad Azeemullahabout a year ago in Chapters
Businesswoman Chapter 134
The three of them finished their speeches to thunderous applause and a standing ovation that lasted twelve minutes. “Thank you all,” announcer Humphrey Balmer chimed. “Now we’ll take questions. Yes?” He pointed to a prim young woman with a blue sweater and khaki skirt.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Chapters
Prelude I | Starbuilders
Continuing to shiver in spite of the thick pelts and waterproof skins he was wearing, Nothaar Akii considered what he could do to rectify the situation. Although the necessary protective attire had been specially harvested from creatures native to the area and treated in a way to help keep the extreme cold at bay, Nothaar was still finding it difficult to understand how the beasts could survive outside in such conditions. Deciding to put aside his own discomfort, Nothaar instead turned his head to the right and asked in the language that his host spoke, "This is it? This is as far as we can go?"
By J.P. Pragabout a year ago in Chapters
Veil of the Firstborn Part 5
The catacombs beneath Emberwatch sprawled like veins carved into stone, breathing with the distant hum of firebound power. Vaelin moved in silence, his grip steady on Elira as her breath slowed, the golden web of energy across her chest dimming. Every footfall echoed like a warning.
By Richard Baileyabout a year ago in Chapters
"Foundations of Knowledge"
The New Organon: A Journey of Enlightenment In the ancient city of Vexos, where scholars and philosophers gathered in high towers of learning, there was a young thinker named Lyra. She was an apprentice in the grand library, known for its labyrinthine halls filled with scrolls, tomes, and manuscripts of knowledge from every corner of the world. Despite being young, Lyra had a sharp mind and a fierce curiosity. She questioned everything: the stars above, the winds that whispered secrets through the trees, and the nature of human existence.
By Muhammad Azeemullahabout a year ago in Chapters
"Wandering Hearts: The Tale of a Stray"
The Stray Lamb Under the warm glow of the setting sun, a small lamb named Leo stood alone on a winding dirt path, his soft white wool stained with dust. The gentle bleating of his flock was far behind him, muffled by the rolling hills and dense trees that now surrounded him. Panic flickered in his wide, curious eyes as he realized he had wandered too far.
By Muhammad Azeemullahabout a year ago in Chapters
Her County: Part 3
PART 1 PART 2 The stream trickled over a craggy bed, darkened by trailing wisps of silt, flicking their spindly tails like long, muddy leeches. For most of the trek, I had to skip between either bank of this stream, as the descent gradually became steeper and steeper, with the overgrowth swallowing much of the path. I placed my feet in such a way as to dig my heel into the waterlogged earth to keep my balance. Perhaps it was a good thing, after all, that scribes aren’t given sandals like the elder monks. But, then again, the monks hardly expected me to be outside of the abbey. There were a lot of the things the monks didn’t know about me. Thankfully, they never would.
By Conor Matthewsabout a year ago in Chapters
Businesswoman Chapter 133
Some bottles of spring water sprung up from Atkinson’s stash. Loreen and Lisa, also in the mix, had been at the house for six hours. They came to a break.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Chapters
Veil of the Firstborn Part 4
Snow drifted in lazy spirals through the dead forest as Vaelin and Elira followed the worn path that twisted toward the high ridge of Wyrmcliff. The trees here were ancient, blackened as though scorched by some long-dead fire, and none bore leaves. Even in the deep silence of the wild, something in the air felt taut—like an arrow nocked but not loosed.
By Richard Baileyabout a year ago in Chapters
"The Lady Who Disappeared"
A Lost Lady The old mansion at the edge of town had always intrigued Claire. Once a grand estate, its windows were now broken, the garden overgrown, and its stone walls covered in ivy. The townspeople whispered stories of a woman who once lived there—a lady of grace and elegance, who vanished without a trace. They called her “the lost lady,” and Claire, new to the town, couldn’t resist the mystery.
By Muhammad Azeemullahabout a year ago in Chapters