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The Love of Choni Wani
Choni Wani was the most enchanting girl of the village. Every morning, when she walked to the well with her clay pot, the world seemed to pause. There was an innocent sparkle in her eyes, and her graceful yet simple walk captured every heart. People said that when Choni Wani smiled, even the most tiring day became easier.
By New stAr writer about a year ago in Fiction
Mono – The Little Cat with a Big World
Mono was a small black-and-white cat who lived in the forgotten corners of the city. Her fur was patched like old paint, her paws quick and silent, her eyes glowing like tiny lanterns in the dark. She was clever, cautious, and above all, alone.
By Janalamabout a year ago in Fiction
The Town That Forgets You
The Story The Town That Forgets You The first thing I noticed about Willow’s End was how quiet it was. No cars passed along the single main street. The air was heavy, still, as if the whole town held its breath. A few shops lined the street—a bakery, a general store, a post office—but none had signs that looked newer than a decade old.
By waseem khanabout a year ago in Fiction
The Star Collector
1. The Inheritance of Light I found the first star in a peanut butter jar behind Grandma’s flour canister. It pulsed cobalt blue, warm as a heartbeat against my palm.
By Habibullahabout a year ago in Fiction
A New Man
I admit it, there were some teething problems at first. After worrying that he wouldn't recognise my - our - daughters, it was a relief when that turned out to be no problem at all.
By L.C. Schäferabout 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
The Longest Night
The night had fallen heavy over the small mountain town. The wind howled through the pine trees like a warning whisper, and the power lines swayed above the narrow road. Inside a modest wooden cabin, Daniel sat at the dinner table, cradling a steaming cup of coffee while his wife, Emily, tucked their little girl into bed.
By MIGrowthabout 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
Blame Not the Father. Runner-Up in Leave the Light On Challenge. Content Warning.
Inside the Milan Dome June 5th, 2122 8:02pm Anselmo Bianchi was a tall man who stooped to fit inside the shadows of the powerful women in his life. He slipped into the dining room so silently that his appearance was as easily ignored as the servants slipping in and out with covered platters. Perhaps it was because the Bianchis of old had the sense to pivot from textiles to a clothing designer to an environsuit developer, but the family was matriarchal.
By Leigh Victoria Phan, MS, MFAabout a year ago in Fiction
Before Sunrise. Content Warning.
It was too soon, and I wasn’t ready. But life doesn’t care if you are ready, and on that cold winter evening, while the sunset at 4:30 pm, it began.
By Aubrey Rebeccaabout a year ago in Fiction
Dams Don't Break in the Light
Things rarely change overnight, but when they do, it's almost never for the better. Good things have a tendency to build slowly. Opportunities yield to each other, and hope finds time to grow. Tragedies, conversely, occur within the blink of an eye. All at once, everything is changed.
By Samantha Smithabout a year ago in Fiction
Sleeping Beauty
I couldn't bear it, waiting for him to wake up. Wondering if I'd recognise those eyes when they opened. How long might that would take? All that drink last night would have had an effect on the body, and then I slammed it with a sedative before it was fully recovered...
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction