Adventure

The Stranger at My Door Knew My Name — But I’d Never Seen Him Before 😳
That night started like any other. I had just sat down after dinner, scrolling through my phone, when I heard it — a knock at the door.
By Awais Qarni about a year ago in Fiction
The Forest of the Forgotten
A gentle breeze brushes along the leaves of the neighboring trees. I'm lying in the grass, tall and overgrown as far as the eye can see, making it almost impossible for me to see. The sound the wind makes had always brought a smile to my face, especially here.
By Parsley Rose about a year ago in Fiction
When the Call Came at Midnight: Chapter Two
The storm pressed harder, waves breaking against the wooden pillars beneath us. The air smelled of salt and rain, heavy with something I couldn’t quite place — like a secret waiting to be spoken.
By Saba Writesabout a year ago in Fiction
The Last Train
Rain whispered against the station roof, a soft rhythm beneath the stillness of Platform 7. Anaya sat alone—though not quite alone—on a worn wooden bench, her fingers tracing the edge of a train ticket like it might vanish if she stopped holding on.
By meerjananabout a year ago in Fiction
Are You Brave Enough to Find the Invisible Map?
Some stories begin with a clear destination. Mine began with a question: “Are you brave enough to find the invisible map?”
By Habib kingabout a year ago in Fiction
The Last Sunflower
The air had a metallic taste. It was thick, like something from a forgotten era. A time before the sun had disappeared from the sky. A time when the Earth had been alive with warmth, growth, and hope. Now, only shadows remained.
By Solene Hartabout a year ago in Fiction
She Called Me-Two Years After I Buried Her
I wasn’t supposed to hear her voice again. Not after the funeral. Not after the dirt hit the coffin and we all stood there in silence, trying to believe she was really gone.
By ETS_Storyabout a year ago in Fiction
Survive the Night
I didn’t know if I’d survive the night. I wish I could say that I don’t know how I ended up in this predicament, but I do.
By Jennidoll of (jennidoll.inc)about a year ago in Fiction
When You're Dead
It was Friday the end of a long week teaching in a housing commission area populated by latch key kids with a distaste for anything that looks, feels or tastes like an institution of authority that is a ticket to nowhere for their socioeconomic class.
By MARY PECHACEK HAASabout a year ago in Fiction
The Night We Were Taken Aboard
“HELLFIRE AND BRIMSTONE!” Pastor Bartley slammed his fists down on the pulpit. As he bellowed, the organist, an elderly man who was hard of hearing, answered with the same ferocity. He shoved his fingers down on the keys as hard as he could and his feet jabbed at the pedals. Chords, about a half dozen or so, intended to instill dread in the soul, filled the space. The whole congregation was jarred from their stupor. If anyone had fallen asleep, they sure as hell were not asleep anymore.
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)about a year ago in Fiction
Where The Dark Winds Gather. Honorable Mention in Leave the Light On Challenge. Content Warning.
The wind blowing through the second-story window arrives in a mad hurry for nowhere, the edges of its fury lifting my letter from the desk and flinging it across the room. I watch it tumble through the air in a frantic flight, and it reminds me that any and every thing here is blown constantly by the evil intentions of the wind, whose only satisfaction derives from absolute destruction.
By mesaabout a year ago in Fiction
The Root That Wouldn’t Die
They dug the hole as if they were burying a villain. Shovels bit into damp earth, mud clung to boots, and the air smelled of rain-soaked leaves. Three neighbors stood over the stubborn stump in my grandmother’s yard, muttering curses under their breath.
By Hamayun Khanabout a year ago in Fiction