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The Day I Chose Myself
It never occurred to me that healing might start on a Tuesday. However, it did. The café was mostly deserted, which pleased me. Now, mornings were my own, a time for solitude, quiet, and leisurely espresso sips. I sat on the patio, notebook open, pen in hand, watching a city that had continued to move even when I couldn't, as the wind toyed softly with my hair.
By Jawad aliabout a year ago in Fiction
The Last Message Before Goodbye
I have no idea why I clicked on the message that night. Perhaps it was the silence or the way the dusk gently streamed through the window, illuminating my room with melancholy and gold. All day, I had ignored it. When the notification finally arrived, I saw the word "Final" and my stomach dropped.
By Jawad aliabout a year ago in Fiction
I am Bexley chap 24 “thumbs up”
My father was a stern man who taught me to hate zombies with a venom I never quite understood. Yes, I understood distrusting them and having resentful feelings as humans were treated like second class citizens. It felt as if we were all living in an undead world, a kafkaesque nightmare that only seemed to be going on for its own twisted sake. The bureaucracy of its madness only tightnened its hold on my father. Strict rules set for humans, like only being allowed to get food, materials and other supplies every three days and only at dusk, weathered down my family’s tolerance for zombie rule. There were so many laws and rules that made living with the undead worse than actual death. It was insane to me that humans got it so hard and zombies had it so easy.
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout a year ago in Fiction
Building Unbreakable Trust in Your Relationship.
Maya sat on the balcony, cradling her coffee cup like it was the only thing holding her together. The morning was quiet, but her heart wasn’t. The last six months had been a whirlwind—of love, fear, and more questions than answers. And it all began with a man named Zayan.
By Muhammad Saeedabout a year ago in Fiction
🔊 My Message to the Youth
This is not just a story. It is a reflection — a mirror held up to a generation that is brimming with energy, passion, ideas, and yet, often lost in silence, confusion, and fear.
By Ghaniabout a year ago in Fiction
She Wasn't There
I opened the door. Silence rushed into my face. It was the same room. The room where my childhood had lived. A faded rug covered the floor.
By houri f.poorabout a year ago in Fiction
Torn Between Two Hearts. AI-Generated.
In the peaceful village of Elmridge, where the trees whispered secrets and the wind carried memories, lived a girl named Alina. She was simple yet graceful, with a quiet charm that made everyone feel at ease. Alina worked at the town’s little flower shop, arranging bouquets with the same care she gave her dreams.
By Bilal Mohammadiabout a year ago in Fiction
Do You Believe in Ghosts?. Top Story - July 2025.
Do you believe in ghosts or that those who have gone can still reach out to you? If not, I’m going to change your mind! October 3rd was a horrible day that will live in my memory as clear as the day it happened.
By Barbara Gode Wilesabout a year ago in Fiction
A Wallet Full of Time
Leo Chen measured his life in minutes. Not minutes lived—minutes billed. As a mergers & acquisitions analyst at Sterling & Grey, his value was calculated in six-minute increments, the smallest unit on the firm’s time-tracking software. 14-hour days bled into weekends. His fiancée, Maya, had left six months ago, telling him, "You’re selling time you don’t own, Leo." He hadn’t understood. Not then.
By Habibullahabout a year ago in Fiction
Cute Spouses: A Love Story That Grows with Time
A Love Story That Grows with Time Discover the heartwarming story of cute spouses Emma and Jake, whose love story proves that the simplest moments can make the biggest memories. A must-read for romantic souls.
By its_ishfaq_ahmadabout a year ago in Fiction
Salt and Vinegar Summers
The gravel crunched beneath her tires as the car rolled to a stop beneath the familiar canopy of pine. The air smelled of sap and sun-warmed wood, with just a trace of last night's rain lingering in the ferns. Sylvie sat for a moment with the engine off, her fingers curled loosely around the wheel. The silence settled around her like a held breath.
By Oula M.J. Michaelsabout a year ago in Fiction
This Summer Belongs To The Stars
Trevor and Susie knew they were old and past it. Fifty years married to each other, travelling the world together, they never regretted their adrenal junkie lifestyle. The only thing they did miss out on was their chance to become parents and then grandparents. It just wasn’t to be. Susie was told she couldn’t conceive. By the time they had lived their dreams and wanted to settle down, life had caught up to them.
By Elizabeth Butlerabout a year ago in Fiction