Love

Echoes Between the Stars
Space was never silent. It hummed. Whispered. Echoed. Commander Lyra Kessler knew this better than anyone. After 208 days alone on the orbital research station Artemis-9, silence had become her loudest companion.
By Hanif Ullah about a year ago in Fiction
When the House Fell Silent Without You
I used to think silence was a luxury. The kind that came at the end of a long day, after the dishes were done and the lights were low. The kind of silence that felt like peace.
By Habib kingabout a year ago in Fiction
The Light That Remains
The first time Ella saw Leo, he was standing beneath a sky full of stars, his hands in his pockets, his breath visible in the cold night air.
By Rohullahabout a year ago in Fiction
The Child and the Lion
The forest was old—its trees tall and thick, their branches weaving together like whispered secrets of time. Moss blanketed the earth, soft under bare feet, and the scent of pine, earth, and wildflowers filled the air. Birds chirped, wind hummed through the leaves, and somewhere in the distance, the low growl of a predator echoed faintly.
By Saeed Ullah about a year ago in Fiction
The Goat and the Lion
The Goat and the Lion – A Tale of Trust in the Heart of the Wild In the valley of Taramara, where tall pines brushed the clouds and silence hung like mist over the earth, a tale bloomed—one that the forest creatures still whisper on windy nights. It is the story of a goat and a lion. Two souls, so different in strength, in purpose, and in destiny—yet bound by something neither claws nor horns could touch: trust.
By Saeed Ullah about a year ago in Fiction
Parlay and Desecration
As our lips danced and wrestled and our tongues formed the frontal assault into enemy territory, it felt as if we had been locked in a heated, passionate battle for hours. The cold, harsh reality that existed outside of her plump pinks and my smaller, firmer mouth was that it had merely been minutes.
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Fiction
"Until the Last Leaf Falls"
The first time Aryan saw Meera, it was raining — the kind of rain that blurred everything except her. She stood under the gulmohar tree outside the college library, soaked from head to toe, laughing with a group of friends. Her eyes sparkled in a way Aryan had never seen before, and in that instant, he knew his life had found its axis. She wasn’t just another girl with a beautiful smile — she was the storm, the calm, and the rainbow after.
By MANZOOR KHANabout a year ago in Fiction
I Woke Up as the Villain in Someone Else’s Life
I Woke Up as the Villain in Someone Else’s Life I thought I was the hero of my story until I saw the world through someone else's eyes, and realized I had become their nightmare.
By Farooq Hashmiabout a year ago in Fiction
*The Mysterious Suitcase*
It was a quiet Tuesday morning in the village of Nangal, the kind where even the chickens seemed to yawn in slow motion. Shabir, the tea stall owner, wiped down his counter with a faded cloth, the kettle humming softly beside him. That’s when he saw it—a black suitcase, sitting upright on the wooden bench outside his shop, as if it had been waiting for someone important.
By meerjananabout a year ago in Fiction
The Lost City of Zanira (Part II)
Salar got no sleep that night. His head filled with tales from the gold book. The kings of bright stars, ships that sailed the skies with no wings, and a flower that lived for a long life—it all seemed like a dream. But the book was real. It felt big in his hands. Full of real tales.
By Mehran Amanabout a year ago in Fiction
The Last Screenshot on Her Phone
The house had fallen into silence since Sana’s funeral. It was the kind of silence that sticks to the walls, clings to the curtains, and curls itself around your chest like a fist. Her room remained untouched — books still stacked on the nightstand, perfume bottles still half-used, and her phone… still on her bed, blinking occasionally as if waiting for her to return.
By Musawir Shahabout a year ago in Fiction
Last Night in the Apartment
Last Night in the Apartment The key clicked in the door one final time. Ella stood still in the doorway, her fingers lingering on the cold metal of the handle, afraid that if she walked in, the memories would rush at her like a wave. The kind that knocked you down, made you forget how to breathe. But she stepped in anyway.
By Abdul Muhammad about a year ago in Fiction