Young Adult
Mambang ~ Animistic Spirit
In Malay animistic traditions, before the rise of religions, the world was teeming with spirits known as Mambang. These were not demons, nor were they mere ghosts. They were elemental, celestial, and deeply revered—guardians of places, thresholds, and emotions.
By Black Vanillaabout a year ago in Chapters
Lost and Found
It was a rainy Tuesday in the heart of New York City when Maya’s world began to tilt off its usual axis. The streets pulsed with hurried steps and umbrellas bobbing like restless mushrooms, but Maya moved slower than the rest. In her hands, she clutched a well-worn leather notebook — her constant companion for the last three years.
By Anwar Jamilabout a year ago in Chapters
The Salt in the Glass: A Lesson on Perspective
Start writing...Once upon a time, in a quiet village nestled at the edge of a mountain range, lived a young man burdened by constant anger and frustration. Life seemed to weigh heavily on his shoulders. Small things irritated him — the way people talked, the way they behaved, the unfairness of his struggles. No matter what he did, peace remained out of reach. Desperate for answers, he traveled to visit a wise old man known for his calm presence and thoughtful words. The villagers called him “the man of the lake.” When the young man arrived, he explained, “I don’t understand why I’m always so bitter. Everything upsets me — people, situations, even myself. I want peace, but I don’t know how to find it.” The old man listened patiently, then silently stood up. He returned with a small handful of salt and a glass of water. "Take this salt and mix it into the glass," he instructed. The young man did as he was told. "Now, drink it." He sipped and immediately made a face of disgust. “It’s horrible — salty and bitter,” he said. The wise man smiled gently and nodded. Without saying anything, he motioned for the young man to follow him. They walked a short distance to a clear, calm lake surrounded by trees and birdsong. The sun reflected off the surface like gold. The old man took the same handful of salt and threw it into the lake. "Now," he said, "drink from the lake." The young man bent down and took a sip. The water was cool, fresh, and pure. "Do you taste the salt?" the old man asked. "No," the young man replied. Then the wise man sat down beside him and said words the young man would never forget: > “The pain in life is like salt. The bitterness is the same — constant, unchanging. But the vessel into which you place that pain makes all the difference. If you hold your pain in a small cup, it will overwhelm you. But if you allow your heart and perspective to grow, like the lake, the bitterness disappears. It’s still there, but it no longer controls you.” --- Moral of the Story: Pain is a part of life — inevitable and unpredictable. But suffering? That depends on how you choose to carry it. Don’t live like the glass, small and reactive. Expand like the lake. Grow in understanding, kindness, and openness. The more space you give to the world and yourself, the less bitterness will matter.
By Waqif Khanabout a year ago in Chapters
The Stranger in Apartment 6B
*Some people enter your life for a reason you don’t understand… until it’s too late.* It was the beginning of winter when Zara moved into the old apartment building on Maple Street. She was starting over—new city, new job, new life. Her past was something she didn’t talk about. She just wanted peace, silence, and a fresh start.The building was quiet, filled with older people and a few young families. Her apartment was 6A, on the sixth floor. Right across the hall was apartment 6B.She never saw who lived there. The door was always shut. The lights were off. No one came or left. Just a small wooden sign hung on the door with a name: "Rehan."
By ArshNaya Writesabout a year ago in Chapters
