Fantasy

The Bench Where We Stopped Talking
The Bench Where We Stopped Talking BY [WAQAR ALI] Some conversations end not with words, but with silence loud enough to last a lifetime.
By WAQAR ALIabout a year ago in Fiction
The Power of a Kiss
It was a night that felt like magic. The sky was painted deep blue, with clouds softly glowing under the full moon. Stars scattered like secrets waiting to be whispered. The cool night breeze carried a faint melody, and everything felt still — like the universe was holding its breath.
By Solene Hartabout a year ago in Fiction
My Happy Boy . Runner-Up in The Summer That Wasn’t Challenge. Content Warning.
The last time I saw my son… Well, that was back in 2008– right after his 12th birthday.” She looks out to the sea and beyond the horizon.
By Sam Spinelliabout a year ago in Fiction
The Summer that Stayed in Boxes
I wasn’t supposed to be here in July. That was the first thing I told myself every morning while brushing my teeth with the taste of cardboard still stuck on the roof of my mouth.
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Fiction
The Letter I Was Never Meant to Read
By Nadeem Shah It was tucked inside the back of an old shoebox—between brittle birthday cards and a black-and-white photo of a woman I didn’t recognize. I wasn’t supposed to find it. But fate has a cruel way of revealing things when you’re least prepared.
By Nadeem Shah about a year ago in Fiction
The Quiet Between Us.
The Quiet Between Us Sometimes the loudest things are the ones we never say. It had been three weeks since my father stopped speaking to me.
By WAQAR ALIabout a year ago in Fiction
The Last Ride Home
Title: The Last Ride Home It was a cold December evening when I found myself standing at the bus stop, shivering under the flickering streetlight. The wind howled through the empty streets, carrying with it the scent of impending snow. My phone battery had died hours ago, and my wallet held just enough for the bus fare home.
By Malik BILALabout a year ago in Fiction
The Adventures of Mimi and Misho
Not all doors are made of wood. Some appear only when your heart lights its first star. Night had gently begun to wrap around the nursery,
By Mimi's imaginationabout a year ago in Fiction
The Turn Of An Intern
There is no clear explanation for my burning desire to be a summer intern at The White House, but it’s been my goal since I was ten years old. Although I didn’t comprehend what was necessary to be competitive enough to actually receive a summer internship at that age, I serendipitously fulfilled every one of them over the course of the next nine years. Studying politics, history and our Constitution inexplicably possessed me, but never a Barbie doll.
By Star Love Greyabout a year ago in Fiction
Hunters (Redux). Runner-Up in Mismatch Challenge.
Listen along as it should be experienced on Spotify or all other platforms HERE: *** I stand up next to a mountain George slammed his longsword into the contoured scabbard clinging to the back of his jumpsuit. The music blasted throughout the C-130. He checked the seals of the gray jumpsuit before doing a final weapons check, feeling his excitement rising. George loved what he did, a fact that earned George’s firm-mandated shrink a new yacht.
By Matthew J. Frommabout a year ago in Fiction
Ashes of the Self
The storm began inside her chest. It had no thunder, only the slow collapse of walls built to please others, protect wounds, and mask fear. She sat alone in a room that had once felt safe, but now the silence pressed in like suffocation.
By Saeed Ullah about a year ago in Fiction
The Shadow Crown: The Lost Heir's Trial
Once, there was a kingdom where laughter echoed in every corner and creativity was celebrated. But after a change in rule, the land fell under the shadow of fear. The new king declared creativity illegal. People lived in silence, stripped of color and joy. They wore only grey. Hushed whispers spread tales of glowing red-eyed monsters that devoured the souls of travelers lost in the forest.
By Saeed Ullah about a year ago in Fiction