Fantasy
The Girl Who Remembered Every Lifetime
The first time Amina opened her eyes, she was certain she had lived before. Not in the sense of déjà vu, that fleeting echo everyone experiences, but in a way that shook her to the core. She could name places she had never visited, describe the scent of flowers that did not grow in her country, and whisper languages no one had taught her.
By Saqib Ullahabout a year ago in Fiction
The Paper Face
“Wake, little one.” The voice seeped through the silence like water moving under stone. She flinched, lifting a hand to the back of her head. Pain throbbed where she had struck the iron rack of the bed, a pulse that made the air around her sway.
By Vito V. Valeabout a year ago in Fiction
Free Me, Please!
To the now-adult children who were read Kolobok in childhood: Greetings from the Fox's underbelly. Literally. I've been ghosting here for as long as parents continue reading my story to their children. Quite frankly, I am fed up. Sorry for the pun but I want out. So hear me out.
By Lana V Lynxabout a year ago in Fiction
Behind Bars, Beyond Borders: The Struggle of the Global Sumud Flotilla
Behind Bars, Beyond Borders: The Struggle of the Global Sumud Flotilla The roar of the sea had been replaced by the clang of iron doors. For the activists of the Global Sumud Flotilla, who had set sail with nothing but hope and humanitarian aid, the sudden transition from open waves to concrete cells felt surreal. Yet, even in captivity, their mission refused to die.
By Wings of Time about a year ago in Fiction
A Fiddler fiddles a Hollow Ballad of A 'King'. A 'White' House burning Red. 🎻🎻🎻🎻
In a vast metaphor of a house, painted white, a hidden room exists within its hallowed walls. It houses Hope, accompanied by a Dream-Spider which spins emotions on behalf of its resident. Spider escapes only in dreams, never ever absent from her celestial duty of watching over her charge. But hope had been on a long and leisurely vacation away from the room...happily so. For the world was a much brighter place, with hope visiting everywhere.
By Novel Allenabout a year ago in Fiction
When the Sun Didn’t Rise for 30 Days
When the Sun Didn’t Rise for 30 Days A Tale of Survival, Fear, and Hope in the Longest Night The sun is something most of us take for granted. We wake up with its first light, and we rest when it sets, knowing it will return the next morning without fail. But imagine a world where one day the sun doesn’t come back. Not for a few hours. Not for one long night. But for thirty days in a row.
By Farooq Hashmiabout a year ago in Fiction
The Birthday Door. Winner in Parallel Lives Challenge.
The first time Elena saw the shimmer in the mirror, she thought it was a trick of the light. She was six, sitting cross-legged on the carpet of her small bedroom, the soft, uneven beams of the afternoon sun spilling through the curtains. Her mother had left her alone with a slice of cake and a candle, humming quietly as she washed dishes in the kitchen. It was her birthday. Their birthday.
By Dagmar Goeschickabout a year ago in Fiction
The Man Who Spoke to Shadows
In the village of Norwyn, silence was tradition. People spoke only when necessary, and whispers were currency. Tucked between forgotten hills and silent woods, the village was both peaceful and unsettling — like a song held on its last note, never finishing, never beginning.
By wahdatullaabout a year ago in Fiction
Samuel’s Room
When Clara inherited her grandmother’s house, it felt less like a gift and more like a responsibility. The estate was old, sprawling, and sagging under the weight of time. Its walls leaned inward like listening shoulders, its corridors were narrow veins through which only silence traveled. Every step she took echoed in a way that made her imagine the house remembering who had once walked there.
By Muhammad Ilyasabout a year ago in Fiction
The Boy and the Camel
The desert stretched endlessly under the golden sun shimmering like a sea of fire. From afar it looked lifeless but anyone who lived in its embrace knew that the desert had its own soul. It whispered through the wind roared through the sandstorms and carried the footprints of countless travelers who had crossed it over centuries.
By Article Writing Masterabout a year ago in Fiction
